He didn't lie to her. "Amber."
Wen Xi lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "I'll come over now, wait for me."
"Mm."
The call was hung up just like that, and outside the window the night was still brilliantly lit.
...
At the same time.
Su Jia was curled up under the covers hugging a pillow, staring at a photo of Lu Yanhe and laughing foolishly, her heart full of happiness.
Tang Yuzhou was dead drunk in some nightclub, venting himself over and over on another woman's body, weakly calling out a name, hysterical.
Wen Xi changed her clothes, put on delicate makeup, and drove to Amber with a heart full of joy, to find the person she'd been longing for.
Lu Yanhe was blind drunk in the bar, his heart feeling as if someone were slicing it apart with a knife, a pain worse than death.
...
One week later.
Su Jia finished her work and took the earliest flight back to Lancheng.
As soon as she got off the plane, she couldn't wait to grab a cab to Lu Group.
