This damn birthday, it's better to spend it alone!
Fortunately, I don't lack drinking buddies, but today's drink somehow makes me more melancholic the more I drink.
When Loo Jinyang handed the glass over again, Yaen Chi clinked glasses with him, finished his drink and said, "I'm going out for a smoke."
Yaen Chi found a spot by the window, pushed it open halfway, lit a cigarette, and took out his phone. His WeChat was quiet, and apart from the table inside, no one knew today was his real birthday.
He intended to scroll through his feed before heading back inside. He didn't scroll long before he saw Ye Wanting's post from today.
It was a photo taken from the long table, with the evening sun casting its glow through the window. Only a hand on a medical book was captured in the frame, with a transparent glass cup beside it.
It should be in the library, with no one else around.
She only posted a picture without any caption.
Yaen Chi couldn't help but linger.
