In her early twenties, at an age full of promise, Lin Yan was not meant to live like this.
Yet, a carefree college life, secluded in an ivory tower, was not something someone like her could ever hope to experience.
Before she could finish her noodles, her phone screen lit up with a message from Xiang Qingyuan.
Lin Yan opened it to see that he was going crazy again late at night.
"Lately, please don't come looking for me. When the time is right, we'll meet again."
Lin Yan didn't reply, but locked her phone and set it aside to continue eating her noodles.
Lu Chenyuan lowered his head, one hand holding a lighter, and the other cupping the flame to light his cigarette.
He smoked as if to ponder something.
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the heavy rain that obscured the view pattered on the glass, the sound irritatingly fine and troubling.
"I'm full," said Lin Yan, pushing the half-eaten noodles to her left.