The evening sun poured into the room, draping over He Juan's frame akin to a golden halo and casting deep shadows over his features.
Chen Youzhi's heart skipped a beat despite himself. Looking at He Juan like this, he couldn't shake the feeling that the man looked particularly distant, as though he was nothing more than a mirage that would dissipate at any second. The notion spurred Chen Youzhi to move closer, and it wasn't until he saw He Juan before him, solid and real, that he could finally relax.
What the hell is wrong with me? Chen Youzhi resisted the urge to sigh as he plopped himself down on the chair. Since when had he become so paranoid? It seemed like the accident seven years ago had impacted him more than he'd realized.
