This night was destined to be sleepless for both.
On the way back, Bei Lingfeng drove very slowly.
The night wind grew increasingly bleak and cold. In this late spring season, there was no feeling of the approaching summer; the helplessness and desolation felt as if winter winds were slicing through the air.
They had forgotten how many times both of them had sat together in this spacious bedroom, you smoking, me blowing smoke rings, each lost in our own thoughts, looking ahead in silence, without words yet without awkwardness, just a chilling coldness at heart.
They didn't know how long they had been sitting like this when Hua Yunliang broke the silence, "You know… aren't we very similar? Heh heh…"
Bei Lingfeng exhaled another smoke ring, his gaze becoming blurry amidst the room full of smoke. The sight before him seemed like an illusion. After a long sigh, he replied, "Actually, you still have hope! Unlike me, I pushed her away…"