Li Tianyi didn't know how long he'd been lying there when he raised his hand to look at the red mole on his left palm, feeling deeply bitter inside.
Knock knock—
Someone knocked on the door, and Li Tianyi hurriedly sat up, "Come in."
Ye Huang entered with two glasses of wine, walked through the master bedroom, and onto the balcony. He opened the window, letting the night breeze in. "You didn't have dinner tonight."
"I... I'm not hungry." Li Tianyi got up and followed him out to the balcony.
The sky was already completely dark, and the stars dotted the ink-black night, as clear and cold as Ah Ning's eyes.
He realized he had been lying there for a long time.
"Sit." Ye Huang pulled out a chair and placed the glasses on the small table. "Missing home?"
"A little, but not much." Li Tianyi sat down, looking at the stars with a heavy heart.
When he first arrived, he was full of confidence, convinced he could win over Ye Weining. But all his enthusiasm had met with a cold shoulder.
