บท 79: 76: Can't sleep?

A car drove through the road, bright light from the surroundings spilling onto its windows as the passenger of it sat with his eyes closed in contemplation.

Headlights and streetlights all interspersed in his mind as the roads passed by, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and the car moved on.

Lin FenXiang opened his eyes, fingers drumming on his knees as he crossed his legs, one over the other. One hand holding his phone, the artist's expression was of hesitation and uncertainty.

After all that happened, did he still have the face, the audacity, to call Yan Hansheng? Shouldn't he be embarrassed?

Embarrassed he was, Lin FenXiang sighed, silently hating his own impulsiveness and inability to contain his emotions without involving anyone else.

Especially in that specific moment of vulnerability.

Now, while he wasn't some sort of saint with patience to rival the heaven, Lin FenXiang knew he should have controlled himself before lashing out at Yan Hansheng the way he did.