"Mm," Lu Yebai responded softly, "Remember to call me when you come back."
Lun You chuckled softly, replied into the phone, and then hung up.
In the days to come, Lu Yebai would often think back to this night, the day he and Lun You parted ways. After that call, he never really called him again.
How much time does it take for one person in this world to find another?
A day, a month, a year, ten years?
Or, a lifetime?
Meng Xi'er walked over, wearing loose clothes, but her abdomen was already slightly protruding, showing signs of pregnancy.
"Yebai?"
She walked over slowly and called out to him.
For some reason, she always felt that Lu Yebai's silhouette, melting into the darkness, seemed somewhat lonely.
Lu Yebai stretched out his hand and gently embraced her. The scent of Meng Xi'er slightly eased his heart.
"What's wrong?"
She reached out to caress his back, asking softly, "What happened?"
"Lun You has left," Lu Yebai said wearily, "he went to find Liu Mingxing."