When Lin Mengyao woke up the next day, she only felt a sore waist and back, as if she had been run over and reassembled by a car. Every movement brought a crackling sound from her bones, which made one's scalp tingle. On the bedside table were toasted bread and a cup of hot milk, along with a cream-colored sticky note, which suddenly improved Lin Mengyao's mood.
The man, after a hearty meal, drove with a satisfied smile to the agreed meeting place with Jin Yuyan.
Xu Ke arrived at the private room ten minutes early, only to find that Jin Yuyan was already sitting inside. The teapot in front of her had lost its heat, indicating that she had been there for quite some time.
"I'm late," Xu Ke said as he took off his coat and hung it on a rack by the door.
