l you, I'll tell you! All he knows is that his name is Bald."On the 1st and 15th of each month, we'll put a brick with a signal under the bridge on the river. That way, we can confirm the new meeting...Lin Jinran watched Ji Yun Ting hurriedly stand up and bid her farewell. "I'll go first, or else my drawings will be ruined," he said. Those drawings had taken him several days to complete. If they got wet, all his effort would have been for nothing.

Lin Jinran saw him rushing out of the door in a hurry, stood up and shouted, "I'll send you back."

"No, no need," In an instant, Ji Yun Ting vanished, his voice carried away by the wind, far, far away.

The cafe wasn't too far from his residence, within walking distance. However, halfway there, a sudden downpour began, forcing Ji Yun Ting to seek shelter.

Fearing that his picture might be lost, he hastily bought an umbrella and rushed into the rain.

From afar, I saw a couple hugging at the entrance of a hotel not far from the apartment building. Their backs were so familiar, familiar to the point that my heart ached slightly.

He once said, give time to time, and time will give him the answers.

This is the actual answer given to him.

The rain lashed everything around, and the two people did not see him.

Ji Yun Ting silently left under the umbrella, in this world, who is missing does not mean living.

On the way home, he walked with an umbrella, his body drenched like a drowned chicken. Or perhaps even more pathetic than a drowned chicken, he was also heartbroken.

Back in the workshop, the blueprints on the workbench were wet and had to be redone.

Ji Yun Ting casually closed the window, watching the rain batter against it and the mist that obscured the distance.

For the first time, the pain was like being stabbed with a knife.

Heartbreak, it's truly a bitter experience.

He opened the refrigerator, took out a few cans of beer, and didn't care that they were ice cold from being in the fridge. He popped one open and drank it down in one gulp.

A cool breeze flowed down my throat and into my empty stomach.

Cold mixed with a feeling of discomfort.

Can after can, he drank until there were three or four empty beer bottles on the ground.

After drinking so much, Ji Yun Ting was also a little drunk.

His phone rang, and he groggily pulled it out. He saw the caller ID and scoffed, "Is he showing off"

He picked up the phone and before the other person could speak, he took a gulp of wine and said, "So, are you calling to tell me something"

"Mr. Ji,"

"You don't need to say any more, I wish you happiness." She spoke, then cut the call off.

After drinking half the night, Ji Yun Ting was drunk and fell asleep on the floor of the living room. Adding to that, he had gotten drenched in the rain all the way here, so it was no surprise he caught a fever.

My head was buzzing, and I felt completely drained of energy.

He just wanted to lie there and do nothing, but the insistent knocking on the door startled him.

Knock, knock, knock. One sound, and another, and another.

Ji Yun Ting had heard enough, he opened his mouth and croaked out, "Wait a minute."

He struggled to his feet, feeling lightheaded and unsteady. He nearly stumbled as he walked, leaning on whatever he could reach until he reached the door.

His movements were a little slow, and he blinked and asked dully, "Who"

"It was me." A familiar, magnetic male voice came from outside the door, clearly audible even through the wood.

Ji Yunting heard it all clearly. His head felt as if it had been doused with cold water, and he sobered up considerably. He stopped opening the door.

< The door, he cannot open! >

"Ji Yun Ting, why won't you open the door" It seemed that Lu Li Ming felt Ji Yun Ting at the door but didn't intend to open it, which was quite unexpected.

Ji Yun Ting thought of a few words, and finally said, "I don't want to open it, you go."

After finishing his words, he ignored whether Li Lunming had left or not. He leaned against the wall and staggered towards the upstairs.

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