Xu Qingyan grasped the steering wheel unconsciously, driving back along the familiar route. He thought about the moment at the music festival, the face that had looked up at him.
He understood that the more it was times like these, the more he couldn't stop.
Just keep moving forward, there was only moving forward.
Starting his own company had to be pushed up the agenda, waiting until next year would be too late. Fame should be seized early, there were things he simply had to do.
He returned home at one twenty in the morning, to a large three-bedroom flat with just himself in it.
The light in the living room was brightly cold.
With a humming sound, Lin Wanzhou asked him what time his flight was tomorrow. Xu Qingyan replied with a time, adding that there was no need to send him off, he would rush to the airport after he woke up.
"Oh."
After a while, Xu Qingyan, lying on the sofa resting with his eyes closed, felt his phone vibrate.
"Goodnight."
"Mm, goodnight."