While Han Bohai made his way inside the hotel and towards his room, he was still lost in his thoughts. For some reason, Ying's parting words were ringing in his mind and it was making the deeply buried sorrow start a riot within him. It wasn't easy to keep his face calm right now.
Even when he entered his room, he couldn't shake off the melancholy that had suddenly engulfed him. It was like someone suddenly jabbed at the wound that had barely scabbed after years.
He fell back on his bed without changing his clothes. Just as he came from outside, he fell back on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Just like a star..." he whispered to himself as he closed his eyes letting a distant memory replay in his mind bringing a sweet smile to linger on his face...
*Flashback*
"Xiao Han!"
Hearing that soft but sweet voice, he pretended to ignore it.
"Oi, little brother!"
