Coach Yan’s “Critiques”

It was a lonely night. Lonely wind was blowing, lonely snow was falling and in a lonely car, Smith was sitting on the driver seat in the shadow. He was watching Lou and his girlfriend with their fingers interlocked as they walked into the house. Separated by the house, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

How long do I have to go through these days?

At this point, the sky was already dark. It was way past the couple's regular sleeping hours. After saying goodnight to Aunt Du, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke entered the her bedroom on the second floor.

For this time, Yan Zheke, who had done this several times, chose not to even tidy up the room beside her room.

After placing the luggage down, she felt Lou Cheng's gaze which was getting warmer. The girl couldn't take it and turned her head to the side. The warm light shone on her face as she stammered, "I have a lesson in the morning tomorrow… It's late now too…"