Chapter 8 is you

  He leaned against the back of his chair and soon even breathing sounds came through. Lu Yiheng then started the car.

  It took a whole half hour to arrive, and after Lu Yiheng stopped the car, Zhiyuan was still sleeping soundly. Lu Yiheng looked at her for a while with his head tilted, until he heard the faint sound of voices before unfastening his seatbelt and getting out of the car to carry Zhiyuan out.

  Just now when I was holding her, I walked hastily and didn't feel anything. Now I just realized that she is so thin. When I hold her in my arms, all I can feel are scorching bones. NIE Zhiyan, did the water abroad really make you become like this?

  You're back, what's the reason again?

  Why didn't you leave again this time?

  Lu had many questions in his mind, but he couldn't ask any of them out loud.

  He held her and walked step by step towards home, not walking fast, almost one step at a time, Lu Yiheng smiled wryly, never having dared to imagine that one day she would be within reach.

  So quietly nestled in one's own arms, deeply asleep, lightly breathing.

  The aftermath of the hangover was that Nie Zhiyan slept until noon the next day. When he woke up, his head still hurt as if it were going to explode. Nie Zhiyan woke up in the scorching sunlight and saw the sun-filled room. His first feeling was, oh no, I'm late for work! His second feeling was, where is this place? His third feeling was, why am I here?

  He quickly checked and fortunately found that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, except for some wrinkles from sleeping, there were no signs of being moved.

  He got out of bed, throwing off the covers. The room was very simply furnished with just a bed, a wardrobe, a TV and two bedside tables. The white curtains were half-drawn, allowing sunlight to filter in faintly. There was no sign of the occupant's identity in this room, but one thing was for sure - it wasn't a girl's room.

  She tidied up her messy clothes, opened the door with a sigh and walked out. The living room was simply decorated with just a sofa, TV, and coffee table, nothing more.

  Is this still considered a home?

  Why is it so deserted?

  If it weren't for the fact that the room was spotless, one would have thought that no one had lived here for eight hundred years.

  She cleared her throat and asked somewhat nervously: "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

  No one responded to her.

  She had originally thought of just leaving like that, but she felt that for the kind-hearted person who had taken her in, it wasn't right to just leave without a word, so she took out a post-it note from her bag and squatted down beside the coffee table to write a thank-you note.

  Just after writing "hello" in two words, the door of another room was opened. Zhiyan suddenly raised her head unprepared, and then she saw that tall and thin figure.

  He was wearing a white shirt and casual pants, strolling over to her with an air of nonchalance, which suddenly gave rise to a sense of astonishment in her heart. This feeling left her frozen for three whole minutes, unable to react, only following his figure with her eyes, staring blankly at him.

  How could it be him?

  Why is it him again?

  Wasn't she drinking with friends? Why did she wake up in Lu Yiheng's house?

  What's wrong with what he said?

  "How did you end up here?" The words struggled to find their own voice, and upon being spoken, felt wrong. Another question followed, "No, why am I even here?"

  "There is a new toothbrush and towel in the bathroom, and there are new clothes on the bedside table in your bedroom. Go clean yourself up." Lu Yiheng's voice was cold and detached, not answering the question.