Worried, Cheng Xiyue asked, "Do you want me to come with you?"
Lu Huaiyu turned around to shoot him a quick, cold glance.
Cheng Xiyue's survival instinct told him to sit back and wait. He would be better off putting that thought away. "Um, okay, anyway, be safe. Call me if you need anything!"
Lu Huaiyu then walked away.
It was raining heavily in the middle of the night, and the ground was filled with puddles. A single step into the water saw the rain soaking his shoes and the hem of his pants, but he did not care.
With the umbrella wide open above his head, he walked towards the dark building.
…
Rat-a-tat.
Knocks came from the door, waking Ning Li up. She saw the portrait on the paper and frowned slightly. She had been sketching freely, but for some reason, she had depicted Lu Huaiyu's portrait at the end.
