In the deep night, the lively engagement party had dispersed, leaving no one else, only him and him.
They picked two photos from the engagement party, posted them on Weibo, and then both turned off their phones. They did nothing that night, just lay on the rooftop enjoying the cool breeze.
Ling Yin drank too much, the alcohol hadn't worn off, his head was dizzy; Hua Hua also drank a fair bit. In the darkness where no one could see, Hua Hua held Ling Yin's hand tightly, quietly observing the contours of his face in the moonlight. After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes.
…
Time: Nine months later, one day.
Location: Ling Yin's office.
Hua Hua sat in the small reception room of his office, feet up, holding a cup of coffee, a magazine on his lap, casually flipping through it.
His gaze occasionally fell on Ling Yin, who was focused on his work a few meters away.
