Which meant he had to prove it.
But how?
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "I'll figure it out."
[Mhm. Do it before you lose your chance.]
Feng Yizhou didn't respond. He finished his drink, set the glass aside, and pushed himself up. He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. Not with these thoughts circling in his head.
Instead, he walked to the large window, looking out over the city. Somewhere down below, the world was still moving—people laughing, fighting, surviving. But up here, in the quiet of his apartment, the only thing that mattered was the woman sleeping behind that door.
And for the first time in his life, Feng Yizhou realized—
He wanted more than just her presence.
He wanted her. Completely.
It was a world that never truly stopped, and yet, in this moment, everything felt oddly quiet.
His thoughts, however, were anything but.Qingran.
