"Lu Yanhe, why is your mind always filled with such impure thoughts?" Su Jia sighed twice, "I really wonder how you managed to elevate the Lu Group."
"The two are unrelated." He leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly, hinting, "Seems like you've grown up quite a bit."
When his hair was completely dry, Su Jia finally turned off the hairdryer. She looked at him and smiled gently, "You seem to have grown up quite a bit too, huh?"
"Where are you running off to?" Lu Yanhe's tone carried a hint of threat as he pulled her body towards him.
Su Jia screamed and struggled, the two of them rolling onto the sofa in a playful manner.
The living room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
…
In the evening, Su Jia went to the hospital alone.
Su's mother was diagnosed with mental illness ten years ago; her condition has only worsened and never improved.
Over the years, they've just lived through it, aimlessly spending the remaining sorrowful time.
