The time spent together always feels especially brief. Pei Yicheng reluctantly escorted Xu Nianhua back to her dorm, watching as she reached the third-floor corridor and entered her room; he remained standing where he was, gazing at the brightly lit dormitory.
Nianhua, wait for me.
Pei Yicheng stared at that glowing dorm, his hand quietly tightening into a fist. At most, three years—after three years, he promised himself he wouldn't be so busy, too busy... to spend time with her.
...
South City.
Gu Mingzhu, with her belly showing, entered an ordinary cafe—so ordinary it couldn't be more so. She placed a brown paper bag to her right. Soon, someone walked past and set another brown paper bag on the table.
Gu Mingzhu drank milk, a magazine in her hand. When she left, she took the paper bag on her left.
Gu Mingzhu had just left, and the next moment, someone else took the paper bag from the table.
