He sighed, remaining silent as he reached into his suit pocket for a cigarette and a lighter.
After lowering the car window slightly, he lit the cigarette and began to smoke quietly.
Smoke swirled around, shrouding his face as his gaze fell upon the Waterside Pavillion and did not waver for a moment.
At eight in the evening, he had flown from Los Angeles to the international airport of C City, where Old Cheng had been waiting for him outside. He had driven over by himself and headed straight for the Waterside Pavillion.
During the three days in Los Angeles, his heart was at peace, the only ripple being… he missed her.
An absence of one day would leave him yearning deeply, let alone three days.
Whether she was angry or acting coquettishly, he yearned for her to the point of sleeplessness, her charming little face constantly flitting before his eyes.
However, there were things she did that made him feel uncomfortable.