I think... I've fallen in love with him.

Chu Mucheng sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the distant Maple Forest, his expression profoundly gloomy, while his gaze... seemed to pierce through the layers of leaves, resting on some unknown place.

He was enveloped in a haze of smoke, the cigarette in his hand burned down to the stub, the glowing red ember touching his fingers, yet he remained motionless, as if unable to feel the pain.

At that moment, Zhan Yi walked over, his college classmate and close friend.

Seeing Chu Mucheng looking so despondently lost as if his soul had departed, Zhan Yi couldn't help but shake his head.

Today was the weekend, a rare moment to relax, in the thick of the afternoon, he was having a rendezvous with the God of Dreams, when suddenly a series of urgent doorbell rings woke him up.

Opening the door, Chu Mucheng unexpectedly showed up.