For Lin Chu, tonight was the night he thoroughly stepped onto the path of abandoning convention.
But, just as he had mused that night on the cruise ship, his life was destined to be anything but ordinary.
A man lives but one life; grass and trees, a single season.
If he couldn't live according to his own heart's desires, what meaning was there in this long life?
In fact, to be more realistic, at this point it wasn't him who needed them, but they who needed him.
And yet, deep down, there was still a sliver of a "sense of responsibility" that stemmed from his traditional upbringing and was ingrained in his very being.
A couple for a day, grace for a hundred.
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"Mr. Lin Chu, greetings. With the New Year approaching, I'd like to wish you a happy New Year in advance."
