His Home Had Become Her Home

Gu Zhichuan watched as she walked away, one step at a time. His clenched fists loosened and then clenched again.

He recalled the day he had walked away from her. Back then, Lin Gantang had watched as he left her behind. Was this the same feeling of loss he was being made to experience now?

She must have picked Wen Yanqing over him because he had showered her in everything he had not: gentility, concern, and unconditional favor.

Even if he had not understood these things in the past, he was sure he could learn to do better.

Gu Zhichuan lit a cigarette. He continued staring in the direction Lin Gantang had disappeared, a million thoughts crowding his mind. He allowed the scarlet flame at his fingertips to burn, cinders falling.

Lin Gantang texted Yin Zhen, telling her she was going home.

The hustle and bustle of the day continued into the night, with red lights, sparkling wine, and dazzling neon displays.