SABA Chapter 76

Tomorrow should also be a good weather day.

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Tomorrow should also be a good weather day.

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Aside from being hit on the head, Jiang Tiao wasn’t seriously injured this time. Jiang Tiao felt that exchanging the disappearance of a threat that could endanger Huo Shen’s life at any moment for such an outcome was a good deal – but Huo Shen didn’t seem to think so. It had been a full week, and despite Huo Shen’s best efforts, there was still no sign of him calming down.

Huo Shen worked from home, and Jiang Tiao was curled up on the sofa opposite him, reading his script. However, he hadn’t turned a single page of the script lying on his lap, but he had clearly seen Huo Shen move his mouse several times throughout the evening.

Before bed, Huo Shen got up as usual and returned a moment later with a cup of warm milk, placing it gently in front of Jiang Tiao. The cup was placed by Huo Shen within easy reach, and the milk was infused with the sweet aroma of his favorite acacia honey.

After the doctor’s examination and diagnosis of a mild concussion from the bump, Jiang Tiao didn’t think it was a big deal. However, Huo Shen was very concerned and insisted on following the doctor’s orders, from his diet and sleep schedule to the bedtime milk.

Jiang Tiao obediently finished the milk and deliberately placed the empty cup in front of himself. As the sound of the cup tapping the table echoed, Huo Shen reached out to collect it. Before Huo Shen’s slender fingers could touch the rim of the cup, Jiang Tiao reached out and grabbed Huo Shen’s hand, with its distinct knuckles.

Huo Shen’s movements paused, but he didn’t pull away. He then looked up at Jiang Tiao, his gaze as calm as a deep pool under the moonlight.

“It’s been a week,” Jiang Tiao tilted his face up, a smile of coquetry and appeasement on his lips. He shook Huo Shen’s hand, drawing out the soft ending of his words, “Are you really going to be angry for so long?”

Huo Shen had been even more meticulous in taking care of him during this period, from his diet to his rest and daily life, everything was perfectly arranged, but he rarely spoke to him. Jiang Tiao had tried everything, from acting cute and coy to begging, but Huo Shen’s resolve this time was clearly firmer than ever.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” Jiang Tiao pouted, trying to change tactics, attempting to elicit sympathy. “In that situation, I couldn’t just stand by and watch Zhuang Xiang not be saved…”

“You didn’t do it on purpose?” Huo Shen finally spoke. Even at this point, Jiang Tiao could still speak such blatant lies with such righteous conviction. Huo Shen opened Weibo and found some of the daily life shares Jiang Tiao had posted on his personal page before he was kidnapped.

Seeing the phone shoved in front of him, Jiang Tiao maintained his cute expression, “What’s wrong with this? I didn’t have any announcements at the time, so sharing my daily life to keep my fans engaged is pretty normal, isn’t it?”

Huo Shen then flipped to a screenshot that he had been blocked from seeing.

During that period, Jiang Tiao had been frequently sharing his daily life on Weibo, all of which were single-person itineraries that he would not be participating in. He had already made preparations to intentionally lure Chu Xu to find him. To prevent him from discovering his intentions, he had even specifically blocked him. If it hadn’t been for Lin Shun mentioning it unintentionally the day Jiang Tiao was kidnapped, he would never have found out.

Jiang Tiao secretly marveled in his heart, “What? The first thing I did after getting my new phone that day was to unblock Huo Shen. How did Huo Shen find out?”

Seeing that he couldn’t explain himself, Jiang Tiao stood up, hooked his arms around Huo Shen’s neck, and pushed him onto the sofa.

The light cast a seductive shadow on their intertwined figures. Jiang Tiao leaned over Huo Shen, propping himself up on one hand beside his ear, his gaze burning into Huo Shen’s still calm and deep eyes. With his other hand, he slid with an extremely alluring force, subtly slipping under the hem of Huo Shen’s soft loungewear. His fingertips, carrying a slight warmth, slowly traced upwards along the perfect curves of his physique. He leaned forward, his soft lips brushing barely perceptibly against Huo Shen’s sharp jawline, his warm breath exhaling entirely onto that sensitive skin.

“I was wrong,” Jiang Tiao’s voice was lowered to a whisper, like thick honey. He murmured in hushed tones, the moist sensation brushing past Huo Shen’s sensitive throat in a tantalizing manner, each word carrying a tremor that stirred the heart. “Don’t be angry anymore.” The slight movement between his legs brought a subtle rustling sound of fabric friction, like an unintentional probe.

Huo Shen’s always silent body finally tensed for a moment, and his arms instinctively tightened around Jiang Tiao’s waist. His Adam’s apple rolled with difficulty under Jiang Tiao’s breath. Beneath the calm depths of his eyes, powerful undercurrents seemed to be surging fiercely. Jiang Tiao’s heart leaped, and a hint of slyness appeared in his bright eyes.

However, in the next second, the arms wrapped around his waist suddenly tightened, and before he could react, Jiang Tiao was pressed down beneath him. Jiang Tiao was slightly stunned, but quickly relaxed. His warm fingers slowly traced the contours of Huo Shen’s firm abs, adopting a posture of offering himself up.

Deep, unfathomable dark vortexes churned in Huo Shen’s eyes. He would never forget how Jiang Tiao had fooled him last time with such intoxicating charm.

He gently stroked Jiang Tiao’s lower eyelids with his fingertips. He knew Jiang Tiao too well; such a half-hearted apology clearly meant, “I was wrong this time, but whether I’ll be wrong next time is another matter.”

Jiang Tiao’s eyes were dazzled by the intense colors in Huo Shen’s gaze, so much so that he didn’t have time to consider how Huo Shen was so easily appeased. Huo Shen’s kiss was like the gentle spring breeze and rain, meticulous and lingering, gradually consuming his breath and reason. Jiang Tiao was quickly drowned in this bone-eroding tenderness, his head spinning from the kiss, his brain melting into a sticky, sweet paste, his reason like scattered puzzle pieces that couldn’t be put back together.

Just as Jiang Tiao was lost in his emotions, on the verge of reaching the peak, whimpering and craving more—

All movement came to an abrupt halt.

Huo Shen pushed himself up, decisively and without any trace of hesitation. He reached out and gently helped Jiang Tiao adjust his disheveled clothes. Then he leaned down and, with a mischievous glint, placed a kiss as light as a feather’s touch on Jiang Tiao’s eyes, which were still moist with lingering passion and confusion.

“Goodnight, get some rest early,” Huo Shen’s voice returned to its usual gentle calm, and he even thoughtfully pulled up his waistband for him.

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the bedroom with steady and composed steps, as naturally as if he were just going to handle a document, without any lingering attachment.

“…”

It wasn’t until the faint sound of the bedroom door closing reached him that Jiang Tiao, lying on the sofa, finally understood Huo Shen’s intentions. The intense emptiness caused by the abrupt physiological interruption made him frustrated and enraged. Gritting his teeth, he buried his head in a pillow. “Huo Shen! You beast!”

Jiang Tiao, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, took a long time to recover from his unresolved state. The unbearable frustration made him restless, and he sat alone on the sofa, letting out a laugh of exasperation.

He paced around the living room angrily for a few laps, then rushed into the master bedroom and into the bathroom Huo Shen was using.

Huo Shen seemed to have anticipated this, as he hadn’t even taken off his clothes. He wiped the shaving cream from his face and leaned against the marble washbasin with a half-smile.

Jiang Tiao bit him from his shoulder to his neck in a fit of frustration, finally taking his ear in his mouth. His voice was muffled, his tone clearly laced with gritted teeth, “How am I supposed to sleep like this?!”

Huo Shen gently stroked the back of Jiang Tiao’s neck, his deep eyes holding a lingering desire that had not yet fully faded, yet were clear and calm.

Sensing Huo Shen’s attitude, Jiang Tiao straightened up and stopped trying to change the subject with coyness or cuteness. He ran his fingers through his bangs, a hint of disordered frustration in his expression, unsure where to begin explaining.

“I didn’t intend to hide it from you, it’s just that this matter originated because of me…”

“So you think resolving it is your responsibility?”

Jiang Tiao didn’t speak. It was indeed true; he felt that since the matter started with him, it should end with him. He didn’t want Huo Shen to be implicated.

Huo Shen’s gaze was fixed intently on Jiang Tiao’s face, like an endless, bottomless black sea. The air in the room seemed to freeze.

“Have you ever thought,” his Adam’s apple rolled suppressedly, his voice even deeper and hoarser than before when he spoke, “If something really happened to you, what would I do?”

All of Jiang Tiao’s intended explanations were choked back in his throat. The faint sadness hidden in Huo Shen’s eyes stirred up a tumultuous storm in Jiang Tiao’s heart. He felt as if his heart had been struck by a huge wooden mallet, causing a slight ache and a sense of sourness. Huo Shen always gave the impression of being in control and at ease; this was the first time Jiang Tiao had felt such obvious and tangible anxiety from him, and it moved him more than any sweet words.

Huo Shen seemed to feel that this was putting too much pressure on Jiang Tiao. He lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes, obscuring the churning emotions within. “Forget it…” There was a heavily suppressed sigh and fatigue in his low voice. Jiang Tiao could almost hear the unspoken regret in his words – he blamed himself for not foreseeing it earlier, for not resolving it completely, which led Jiang Tiao to put himself in danger.

This suppressed self-reflection made Jiang Tiao more heartbroken than any scolding. He stopped joking, his tone unusually serious, “I’m sorry,” his voice was light, but each word was clear. He looked up, meeting Huo Shen’s deep gaze directly, “Next time something like this happens, I will definitely tell you in advance and discuss it with you. I promise, okay?”

This promise came so earnestly, with Jiang Tiao’s unique solemnity, like a piece of white-hot iron plunged into the icy sea, Huo Shen clearly felt the soft cracking sound as the ice melted. A ripple spread across his eyes, and an unresolvable affection and warmth replaced all other emotions. He reached out and gently stroked Jiang Tiao’s cheek, kissing him deeply, more intensely and lingeringly than ever before.

Huo Shen kissed deeply and expertly. His burning lips and tongue claimed territory, with unmistakable possessiveness and passion, easily incinerating Jiang Tiao’s remaining reason. Jiang Tiao’s body was tightly controlled by Huo Shen, and following that powerful and precise rhythm, his consciousness was like a small wooden boat cast into a tropical ocean, only able to be tossed about violently. The faint whimpers were swallowed whole, his waist trembled uncontrollably, and all his senses were pushed to a scorching and sweet apex.

Huo Shen made him very comfortable. His body trembled and bloomed in the extreme glow, so brilliant it could engulf everything. Jiang Tiao gasped breathlessly, like a stranded fish re-entering the water, feeling too weak to even lift a finger. He squinted, his body still tingling with electric numbness, his brain seeming to melt into a viscous, hot syrup, leaving him only with the strength to calm his heartbeat.

The rising steam in the bathroom enveloped the space in a hazy, warm glow. Jiang Tiao almost unloaded the weight of his body onto Huo Shen, his chin resting on Huo Shen’s shoulder, his rapidly heaving chest gradually calming after a long time.

Huo Shen gently stroked Jiang Tiao’s sticky face, brushing away the messy, damp strands of hair from his forehead. “I’ll run the water for you,” his voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if carrying residual arousal, “A bath will make you feel more comfortable.”

Jiang Tiao seemed to still be caught in the aftermath of that overwhelming numbness, his eyes a little unfocused. He blinked his wet eyes. He felt his reaction was a bit slow, and it wasn’t until he saw Huo Shen bending down to test the water temperature that he remembered he had missed something.

He leaned over from behind and wrapped his arms around Huo Shen’s waist, about to reach down.

Huo Shen’s body tensed slightly, his Adam’s apple rolling with difficulty. However, he ultimately held back Jiang Tiao’s hand. He turned around and dotingly stroked Jiang Tiao’s face, “Let’s skip it today; it’s too late, and it’s past the time you should be resting according to the doctor’s orders.”

Jiang Tiao gently stroked the faint scar mark on Huo Shen’s forearm, which had scabbed over and fallen off. He looked at Huo Shen quietly for a moment, then suddenly crouched down, his knees making a soft thud as they touched the cool marble floor.

Huo Shen’s heart contracted, and he quickly tried to pull Jiang Tiao up.

However, Jiang Tiao was more forceful than ever. He held onto Huo Shen’s hand, the tugging of the drawstring seeming particularly obvious in the confined space.

Huo Shen’s mind went blank for a moment. The warm, moist embrace, carrying destructive current, instantly swept over all of Huo Shen’s senses. His heart pounded as if it would break through his ribs and leap out of his chest, and all the blood in his body surged towards his head and a certain place with frantic force. The extreme sensory stimulation and spiritual tremor that exploded at that moment far surpassed the brilliance of any meticulously planned summer fireworks festival blooming in his mind.

He pulled Jiang Tiao up, one hand tightly grasping Jiang Tiao’s nape, the other forcefully pressing him into his heaving chest, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to press Jiang Tiao’s burning body and the flame that ignited him deep into his heart, embedding them into his very bones and blood.

Jiang Tiao had knelt for quite a while, his knees had gone numb from the pain, but that slight pain was long submerged by the immense sense of satisfaction swelling in his chest and a certain secret sense of triumph. His heart was incredibly sweet, his chin resting on Huo Shen’s shoulder, his hands idly stroking the taut lines of Huo Shen’s back.

“Is my technique not very good?”

“Did I bite you just now?”

“You just need to let me practice more.”

Jiang Tiao laughed, “You kissed me again.”

Huo Shen’s forehead showed bulging veins. He couldn’t take it anymore, pinching his chin, his irrefutable aggressive aura completely sealing Jiang Tiao’s mouth.

The steaming water vapor condensed and lingered in the small bathroom. Large amounts of warm water could no longer withstand the impact and overflowed violently from the edge of the bathtub, splashing down onto the cool marble floor, flowing and winding, soaking the corners of the scattered clothes.

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Everything had settled. The law was just. After more than two months of investigation by the public security organs and court trial, Chu Xu and Han Cheng received their due sentences.

On the day Luo Xingwen was discharged from the hospital, Chu Qingchao came to see him.

Although they had had a few interactions during this period due to Luo Xingwen and Chu Yanhao’s matter, Nie Jin was somewhat surprised to see Chu Qingchao appear there. Nie Jin glanced at Luo Xingwen worriedly and, after a moment’s hesitation, called out to his assistant, Xiao Li, who was packing up, and they went out together.

Luo Xingwen had met Chu Qingchao a few times, but only at fashion galas or events. This was the first time he was meeting Chu Qingchao in a private setting. He felt a bit awkward and apprehensive, unsure of how to face Chu Qingchao. He wanted to offer hospitality, but he noticed that he was packing up, and apart from the hospital bed, the room was so messy there was no place to sit.

Fortunately, Chu Qingchao didn’t mind, “You seem to be recovering well.”

Chu Qingchao’s polite and professional tone put Luo Xingwen at ease, “I’m sorry it’s a bit messy, and there’s nothing to entertain you with.”

Aside from being a bit more approachable, Chu Qingchao’s private demeanor was not much different from his public one.

“Chu Yanhao asked me to come see you. Is there anything you need help with?”

Although the negative impact of public opinion had been minimized, coming out was coming out. For a long time to come, it would be difficult for Luo Xingwen to appear in the mainstream market again.

Luo Xingwen was stunned, and he lowered his eyelids, “Can I see Chu Yanhao one more time?”

Seeing Luo Xingwen’s expression, Chu Qingchao sighed silently in his heart, “I should have told you, it was he who asked me to come see you.”

“I haven’t forbidden him from seeing you.”

Luo Xingwen’s brows twitched in pain. He tried to lift the corners of his mouth, but after several attempts, he couldn’t succeed. A silent silence spread through the hospital room.

After a long pause…

Chu Qingchao spoke, “What are your plans for the future?”

Luo Xingwen forced a smile, “I haven’t thought about it yet. I might take a break for a while.”

Chu Qingchao: “Taking a break for a while is also good. I heard about your situation from your agent. Would you like to go abroad to study? Whether it’s for a break or to reflect, changing your lifestyle, and then slowly consider your future?”

Luo Xingwen stared blankly at the admission letter from the Higher Music Academy in his hand.

Chu Qingchao: “When it comes to relationships, effort doesn’t always guarantee results. Sometimes a wrong start only leads to further mistakes.”

“Look forward, life is still long.”

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Before Luo Xingwen went abroad, Jiang Tiao came to see him off. The two were on the rooftop of the brokerage company. September should have been hot, but it had rained heavily the day before, washing away all the dryness from the air. The sky was clear, and the cool breeze felt exceptionally comfortable against the skin.

Luo Xingwen took the avocado smoothie Jiang Tiao handed him and smiled, teasing, “You’re sending me off with just this?”

Jiang Tiao opened the canned seal, inserted a straw, and the finely ground avocado pulp, mixed with fine ice crystals, slid onto his tongue, with a faint sweetness and the fragrance of grass, cool and refreshing, taking away the last trace of heat.

“If you want champagne, I can have someone send you a case later.”

Luo Xingwen smiled and inserted the straw into the fine smoothie, “Forget it, this is good too. I won’t be able to drink it when I go abroad.”

Jiang Tiao smiled, “Why did you finally decide to go abroad?”

“It’s good. When I have money, I’ll go study my favorite major without having to worry about employment or livelihood. Isn’t that many people’s dream? I happen to have this opportunity,” Luo Xingwen’s expression was relaxed, with a hint of joking, “So I’ll help everyone realize it.”

Jiang Tiao saw Luo Xingwen’s seemingly open-minded demeanor and smiled, “Why do I feel like you’re in a better state than before the incident?”

“Perhaps…”

The entertainment industry changes too quickly. To avoid being a fleeting phenomenon, he dared not rest and dared not miss any good resources. He could only continuously maintain the quantity of his work to avoid being eliminated. Now that he had the chance to stop, it was also good, a different experience.

He looked up at the vast sky, white clouds drifting slowly into the distance with the wind. He wanted to ask Jiang Tiao about Chu Yanhao’s recent situation, but he opened his mouth and didn’t ask.

Seeing this, Jiang Tiao sighed silently in his heart, “Actually, I’m quite curious, how did you and Chu Yanhao meet?”

Recalling past events, Luo Xingwen’s hesitation and doubt faded, and a reminiscent and gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

“My family… well, you might have seen it in some media reports. The situation is a bit complicated. Because I was familiar with the boss, and of course, mainly to earn tuition and living expenses, I would go sing at bars when I had free time.”

He met Chu Yanhao for the first time in winter. The north wind was blowing heavy snow. He didn’t know when Chu Yanhao entered the bar, but he ordered songs almost non-stop all night.

“At first, I thought he wanted to hit on me and had already thought of several ways to refuse him,” Luo Xingwen revealed a reminiscent and amused expression, “But it turned out he just genuinely wanted to hear me sing.”

Still a high school student, and a straight man at that.

“He would usually book a corner booth, sit there alone playing games, play a round, listen to a song, then continue playing. In short, thanks to him, in the month or two he came, I earned enough tuition for four years of university.”

His first direct conversation with Chu Yanhao was on New Year’s Eve that year. While every household was celebrating reunion, he didn’t expect such a person to come to the bar at this time.

“He probably wanted to come listen to songs, but the bar’s big screen was broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala. His speechless expression was too obvious,” Luo Xingwen laughed, “I was amused and chatted with him for a few words. I asked him why he wasn’t going home for the New Year. He said his brother was busy, and he wasn’t coming back this year, so he didn’t want to bother him.”

Jiang Tiao calculated the time; it seemed to be the year Chu Qingchao had just taken over the company. At that time, Chu Qingchao was extremely busy, handling various matters every day, like a constantly spinning top, and spent most of the year abroad.

“It’s the New Year, and the bar organized a free dumpling-making and cooking event to add some festive atmosphere for those of us with nowhere to go. I thought he looked pitiful, so I made a few and offered them to him. I thought he would be quite touched, but after taking a bite, he said, ‘This is the first time I’ve eaten such ugly and bad-tasting dumplings.'”

Jiang Tiao burst out laughing.

“Even though they were bad, he still ate them all, even finishing the soup,” Luo Xingwen’s smile softened, “At that moment, I thought this person was quite interesting.”

He looked like a hooligan, arrogant and roguish, but surprisingly obedient.

They truly became familiar with each other after Chu Yanhao helped him out. At that time, he was being harassed by a suitor whom he had rejected many times. Due to some economic and practical reasons, he had always adhered to the principle of not resorting to violence if possible since childhood, because winning meant paying fines, and losing meant being hospitalized. However, this person was clearly not someone who could be easily appeased with words.

As he was being pulled and dragged, Chu Yanhao ran into them. The other person’s mouth was very dirty, and before being chased away, he said many vulgar things. Chu Yanhao drove him home, and he was silent for most of the way. As they neared home, he couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped, asking him, “What’s wrong? Do you have a prejudice against homosexuals?”

He said no, and that his brother also liked men.

It was then that he realized that his silence all the way was because the other person had cursed so nastily, making him feel as if his brother had also been insulted, which made him very angry.

“I didn’t know what to say, because anything I said, whether it was comforting or anything else, seemed a bit strange. So, I made a casual joke to ease the atmosphere. So, are you going to introduce your brother to me?”

Chu Yanhao hesitated for a long time, then finally told the truth: “My brother probably wouldn’t be interested in you.”

“At that time, I just smiled and told him to get lost.”

He thought this child truly didn’t know how to speak.

Jiang Tiao almost laughed until his stomach hurt; this was truly something Chu Yanhao would do.

“A few days later, when I had almost forgotten about it, he came to apologize again, his attitude sincere and serious. He said he had consulted his friends when he got back and that it would have been more appropriate to say ‘You’re not my brother’s type.’ He said he didn’t feel that he was unworthy of his brother, nor was he belittling him.”

“I was really speechless at the time…”

He felt like the person standing in front of him might be a tall, clumsy oaf.

Jiang Tiao looked at the nostalgic expression on Luo Xingwen’s face and remembered how Chu Yanhao had been happily smiling every day during that period, not knowing what he was so happy about.

Perhaps most regrets and unresolvable feelings stem from the beginning being too beautiful.

That period was indeed the most beautiful time in Luo Xingwen’s life. He felt he might never meet a better lover than Chu Yanhao. He could always find his shining points, understand and support all his ideals, and genuinely felt that he was an incredibly outstanding person.

“I gained a lot of strength from Chu Yanhao. In fact, it was Chu Yanhao who constantly encouraged me to participate in the preliminary auditions for the singing competition variety show, which is why I finally made up my mind.”

Jiang Tiao recalled the few brief conversations Chu Yanhao had with him at that time. Luo Xingwen felt that Chu Yanhao had given him strength, but in fact, for Chu Yanhao at that time, wasn’t Luo Xingwen also his salvation?

“President Chu told me that when it comes to relationships, effort doesn’t always guarantee results. A wrong start only leads to further mistakes. I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days, and I think perhaps that’s true.” Luo Xingwen looked up at the drifting white clouds, perhaps he himself had destroyed the last remaining beautiful memories between them.

As the clouds gently caressed the sky, Jiang Tiao didn’t know what to say, so he could only watch the white clouds and the passing scenery with Luo Xingwen.

The notification sound of a text message broke the tranquility on the rooftop. After reading it, Jiang Tiao immediately looked down from the railing and saw Huo Shen getting out of the car. He leaned over the railing and waved down at him. As if by telepathy, Huo Shen put away his phone, subconsciously looked up, saw Jiang Tiao, and the corners of his eyes curved, revealing a gentle smile.

Luo Xingwen saw the sudden radiant smile on Jiang Tiao’s face, brighter than the sun, and looked thoughtful.

“Is that your friend who told you to eat more walnuts for your brain?”

Jiang Tiao was taken aback, remembered what had happened before, and laughed heartily, “Yes.”

Luo Xingwen looked at the man waiting in the parking lot below, then at Jiang Tiao, and with a sudden realization, sincerely congratulated him, “Congratulations.”

Jiang Tiao’s eyes curved into crescents as he smiled. He patted Luo Xingwen’s shoulder and stopped at the iron gate of the rooftop, “I don’t know what Brother Qingchao means, but I think if you made a mistake, you made a mistake. It’s fine to start over. Fate is determined by people. In this life, which is only a hundred years, do what you want to do. There’s no need to overthink.”

Luo Xingwen was stunned. He watched as Jiang Tiao finished speaking and then eagerly descended the rooftop. In the parking lot, he didn’t know what Jiang Tiao said to that man, but it made him smile with a mixture of helplessness and doting affection. The two of them got into the car, laughing and talking, the sound of the car engine starting, merging into the endless flow of traffic.

Is fate determined by people?

Luo Xingwen gazed at the leisurely white clouds under the clear blue sky, his eyebrows slowly curving downwards.

Tomorrow should also be a good weather day.

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