It was such a long street. Lu Bancheng, who didn't know Xu Wennuan's whereabouts, was afraid that he would miss her, as well as afraid that she would become impatient from waiting. The pace of his footsteps alternated between slow and fast, and he would turn around occasionally to glance at the path behind him.
Just when he was about to reach the bar at the end of the path, Lu Bancheng caught sight of Xu Wennuan, only 20 feet away. She was curled up and squatting beneath a streetlight. His footsteps came to a gradual stop.
He watched her quietly for a moment before taking long strides over to her and pulling her up from the ground. The sudden odor of alcohol assaulted his nostrils and caused him to frown. When Lu Bancheng looked at Xu Wennuan's face, her eyes were unfocused and she was evidently drunk.
How long has she been squatting here in this cold weather? Her skin is like ice…