"Thanks."
Leng Zirui pinched the cigarette, striding across the lawn and onto the tree-lined path. He turned to glance at Xu Xia's window, then looked away and quickened his pace.
To him, work is just work; in his professional state, he never mixes in personal feelings. No matter how big an event may occur, he won't let it distract him from his work.
Tonight was already an exception for Leng Zirui.
Not even for his father, not even for any occurrence at home, has he ever done so.
Xu Xia is the only exception.
Upstairs, in the bedroom, Xu Xia, who was sleeping peacefully, furrowed her brow in her dreams.
She was dreaming, dreaming of Leng Zirui, who was holding her, comforting her gently, even bandaging her wound and helping her put on the bracelet. He seemed to be talking to her a lot, but she couldn't quite remember. She only remembered hugging him tightly, there was a faint scent of smoke on him, but she didn't find it offensive...
Whoosh!
