Just like what he had always thought, that name was the loveliest name in the world.
Yaoyao, his Yaoyao.
The lover whom he had engraved into his bones, the one who was irreplaceable in his life.
A knock on the door interrupted the two who were staring at each other. Lu Xingzhi stood up and opened the door. He took over the hangover soup sent to their room by the waiter.
The woman on the bed sat up lazily but she did not get down from her bed. She gently opened her eyelids and looked at the thing he was holding in his hands. When she realized that it was not something that she was interested in, she fell straight back into her bed again.
Lu Xingzhi asked Jiang Yao to wake up and drink the hangover soup gently, treating her like his own daughter. Only then, he went to the bathroom and filled up the bathtub. By the time he was done filling it up, Jiang Yao had already gone back to sleep with all her limbs stretched out.