The room was pitch-black, but Lu Xize could still clearly see Chu Yao's features and her long hair, so close he could reach out and touch it.
After watching her in silence for a long time, Lu Xize finally rose quietly, pulling on a piece of clothing before walking out onto the balcony.
His fever hadn't completely broken, and his throat was painfully dry, but he paid it no mind as he gazed at the scattered lights and the dark night outside.
The explanation he'd just given Chu Yao was true, but it wasn't the primary cause of his sickness.
And just from hearing those reasons, she had looked at him with such heartache. How could he possibly bear to let her know the real truth?
Of course, there were some truths she didn't need to know.
Lu Xize reached out and gripped the balcony railing. His eyes gradually closed. The knuckles of the hand grasping the railing stood out sharply, his thin, sensual lips tightened into a line, and his jaw clenched.
