บท 81: 78: Is this a date?

As the elevator ascended, rising higher and higher, Lin FenXiang couldn't help but feel anxious. If not for the bouquet in his hands, the painter would have started fidgeting with his clothes.

His cuff, mostly out of habit.

Expressionlessly staring at his reflection on the elevator door, Lin FenXiang pursed his lips, rephrasing his apology over and over again in his mind.

Before he knew it, the elevator let out a sound and the door slowly opened, revealing the floor Yan Hansheng's penthouse was in.

Blinking stiffly, Lin FenXiang twisted his neck slightly, inexplicably feeling nervous at the thought of seeing Yan Hansheng after all this time.

At the back of his mind, Lin FenXiang found time to feel bad for Bai XiNian — whom he'd abandoned so ruthlessly — before shaking off the train of thoughts as he strutted towards Yan Hansheng's door.

Clearing his throat slightly, the artist held the bouquet in one hand and reached out to press the musician's doorbell with another.