Lakefront Villa.
The night was deep, and Gu Qingchen was still studying medical cases, searching for information related to Zong Zheng's case. He took a sip of tea, then rubbed his brow.
He glanced at the time again. It was almost midnight.
Gu Qingchen checked his phone, but Bei Ran hadn't called him.
He looked out the window at the night sky. The dim light shone upon the tranquil surface of the lake.
He got used to the days she was at home, to the days he never had to wait for her, to the days it was always her waiting for him.
In fact, the more one ages, the harder it becomes to shake off habits.
But he didn't need to shake it off.
Because he had already decided to spend the years waiting alongside her.
Gu Qingchen didn't wait any longer but took his coat and drove out.
When he arrived near the bar, he stepped out of the car, stood by the car door, and lit up a cigarette. This colorful street was full of nighttime allure.
