Give Me the Water

The room upstairs had its lights on, and there was a crack between the door and door frame. Lin Nuan stopped when she reached the last step of the stairs.

Her sight fell on exercise equipment, and the man's taut muscles.

Fu Huai'an's hand was grabbing onto the horizontal bar, and his arm was exerting force. Following his upward movement, the line troughs of his back muscles grew deeper, and drops of sweat flowed down following the muscles, disappearing along the line of his narrow waist.

Lin Nuan's hand clenched tighter around the glass bottle of mineral water, her heart uncontrollably beating faster once more.

Fu Huai'an felt no desire to sleep at all that night. Ever since he returned from Iraq, Fu Huai'an started having insomnia, and his smoking addiction had also spiraled out of control from that time onward.

Every night when he closed his eyes, his mind would immediately flash to when Lu Xiangsi and Jiang Ming'an passed away.