When the red wine was decanted, Zhuang Long poured himself a cup.
Leaning against the railing, he gazed into the night, his mind in a state of blankness.
He didn't think of anything. It was as if he had thought of everything.
When Xiao Li realized that he was not by her side, she also woke up. She put on an extremely thin nightgown and walked to the balcony. Through the glass door, Xiao Li saw Zhuang Long leaning against the railing, holding a glass of wine. He did not drink it either, as if he was deep in thought.
The night wind blew his black hair gently in the wind. Their hearts were connected. He suddenly turned around and smiled at Xiao Li. Then, he extended a hand. "Ah Li, come."
Xiao Li pushed the door open and walked out, holding his hand.
Zhuang Long took the opportunity to circle her in his arms. When he breathed, he smelled of alcohol. "Ah Li, what were you thinking when you saw me in the Middle East that year?"