Follow me, could I leave you behind?_1

The call connected unexpectedly.

Shen Jing's voice was soft and clear.

"Zhou Luchen."

He hummed. Lowering his gaze for a moment, he slowly exhaled smoke from his sculpted lips. "Are you home?"

Shen Jing remained silent for a long while, deliberately putting on airs. "I'm surprised President Zhou still remembers to look for me. If you hadn't, I'd have started to think President Zhou has intermittent amnesia, forgetting about me now and then."

Zhou Luchen chuckled softly, his gaze fixated on the flame dancing at his fingertips as the cigarette burned down in a ring.

The cold wind on the balcony made his voice slightly nasal. "Now that you're with me, would I ever leave you out in the cold?"

He spoke so earnestly that Shen Jing couldn't tell if he was being sincere or just showering her with sweet talk. Words seemed to flow effortlessly from him, his good mood always there to coax her.