Reply to Keats - Chap 68
68. Snowless Island
“Alright, Zhao Shengge.” Chen Wan gave a relieved smile. “I’m Chen Wan. Will you be with me? I don’t need to be pursued.”
“You do.” Zhao Shengge looked at him and said flatly, “You do.”
Surprises on dates, flowers, gifts, picking him up and dropping him off—everything others had, Chen Wan had to have too, and even more.
Zhao Shengge said, “I like to take things seriously, including pursuing someone. You don’t have to say yes so quickly.”
Chen Wan’s heart raced. After holding Zhao Shengge’s gaze for a moment, he turned his head away with a helpless smile.
“Zhao Shengge.” He lowered his head and leaned in. “Can I ask why? When did you start liking me?”
Zhao Shengge didn’t answer. Instead, he exposed him: “Do you think you don’t deserve to be loved?”
“…” Chen Wan answered honestly, “I don’t know.” Someone who had never received love truly didn’t know what made them lovable.
Zhao Shengge thought for a moment, then said, “There wasn’t a specific moment. Being drawn to you was a vague but inevitable process.”
He said it without the slightest hint of embarrassment, his expression calm as if discussing business. But his tone was natural and sincere. “No one could not like you, Chen Wan.”
“I like you, not because you like me. You don’t have to keep searching for a reason. Your existence itself is the answer.”
Zhao Shengge’s words carried too much weight and were too certain. They could only be described as a lifelong compliment. Chen Wan felt his chest grow warm. His lips parted, but he couldn’t say a word.
His phone rang several times—Liao Quan, Chen Bingxin, Song Qingmiao. Zhao Shengge silenced each call and slipped the phone into his own pocket.
From that moment on, Zhao Shengge’s confinement of Chen Wan began.
Chen Wan, just as he had wished, truly became Zhao Shengge’s hostage, carried by a Rolls-Royce through the forest of the night, like a carriage long overdue, finally taking him home.
The car’s radio was tuned to the Hong Kong station Chen Wan listened to most often, its late-night segment playing a compilation of early-2000s divas.
“Writing this elegant love letter
Speaking to myself
Making it my own scripture
If I don’t even love myself
How could I love another
What good could I offer to the one I love”
Chen Wan gradually collected himself. A glint of light flashed in his eyes. “Zhao Shengge.”
“That auction—did you already know me back then?”
Zhao Shengge turned the steering wheel and made a right turn, eyes on the road. “What auction? Doesn’t ring a bell.”
Chen Wan smiled and let out an “oh,” resting his hand on the window frame as he turned to look at him. “We both attended the same auction. You probably didn’t see me. That day, I got cut off by a Rolls-Royce.”
Zhao Shengge nodded and stepped on the accelerator. “Then you’d better change your car soon. We’ll go pick one out tomorrow.”
“…”
The Rolls-Royce came to a stop in Shallow Bay.
It was Zhao Shengge’s first time visiting Chen Wan’s home.
A large single-story house with a terrace that offered an excellent sea view, but Chen Wan thought that, in the future, he still needed to buy a standalone villa to house Zhao Shengge properly.
He brought Zhao Shengge inside and told him to look around as he pleased, hoping he would treat the place as his own home.
While Chen Wan went to boil water, Zhao Shengge didn’t wander far. Still, he immediately noticed the golden nanmu display cabinet in the side hall.
It was truly large, truly… extravagant. The kind of luxurious display case young women nowadays might spend a fortune on for their collectibles.
Zhao Shengge swept a glance across it, raising an eyebrow.
“Boundless Longevity” series Wadang-style cufflinks, a Patek Philippe watch, a rare designer perfume, and a handmade Turkish wool rug…
Lavish, decadent items lined the upper shelves, but the lower section was a world apart: an old tennis ball, a chipped Visconti pen, and a single preserved autumn leaf.
There weren’t many items, and they were old and worn, yet they unapologetically took up half the space in this treasure-laden cabinet, making the crowded luxuries above seem garish and overcompensating by comparison.
However brilliant the jewels might be, these were the true masters and soul of the cabinet.
Zhao Shengge examined each item for a long time, head bowed, lost in thought.
When Chen Wan returned with the warmed Mulan Duo, he found Zhao Shengge holding a sheet of yellowed scrap paper.
Chen Wan’s face flushed bright red.
Zhao Shengge raised a brow.
Chen Wan felt his scalp go numb and hurried to explain, “I—I didn’t steal it. You threw it in the trash after you left the exam hall.”
“Mm.” Zhao Shengge nodded, carefully returning the now-fragile draft to its place. He patted Chen Wan’s back and comforted, “I didn’t say you were a thief.”
His hand slid down Chen Wan’s arm to his wrist, gripping it tightly so he couldn’t escape. He picked up the old tennis ball and asked gently, “And this one? Will you tell me about it?”
Chen Wan’s face grew even hotter, as if he’d just been asked to read and analyze a love letter aloud. But with his hand firmly held, he had no way out. So he said, “It was back in the second year of high school, during training for the mainland league. Maybe you didn’t like how crowded the main campus courts were, so you’d go hit by yourself behind the Yifu Building during lunch.”
“I usually studied near there.”
“You watched me play every day?”
“…Mm.” But Chen Wan made sure to clarify, “But it really did roll to my feet on its own. I’d never steal from you.”
Zhao Shengge replied immediately, “That’s alright.”
Then he asked, “Why didn’t you bring it to me?”
“I figured you didn’t want it. Look here.” Chen Wan pointed to a dent on the ball’s surface. “It’s caved in.”
Bringing someone a broken tennis ball felt too much like a contrived excuse to strike up a conversation. Besides, Zhao Shengge had come to the branch campus precisely to avoid being disturbed.
Zhao Shengge looked at him, as if trying to see through those pitch-black eyes to the sixteen-year-old Chen Wan. Had Chen Wan’s eyes been this dark back then too? Had they already learned to conceal affection at that age?
It felt like a thunderstorm had been trapped in his chest, with no way to break free. In those unknowing years, Zhao Shengge had been so thoroughly, so carefully, so wholeheartedly loved. And today, he was finally hit by the deafening backlash of that love, echoing back at him.
The fragments lost in their youth had been picked up one by one by Chen Wan and carefully treasured.
A piece here, a piece there—he had gathered them slowly, and that’s how he’d made it through all these years.
Zhao Shengge pulled him a little closer, his voice dropping. “The cufflinks were for me too?”
“Yes.” Chen Wan didn’t carry any deep bitterness. This had been his own private treasure hunt. Only today had the owner and playmate finally arrived. He smiled helplessly. “That time on Bei Island, I even thought you were going to fight me for them.”
“But they were always meant for you. If you’d asked, I would have let you have them.”
“I see.” Zhao Shengge tilted his head slightly, staring at him. “I thought maybe you were giving them to some friend.”
“…I don’t have any friends.”
“The wool blanket too?”
“Yes…” Chen Wan looked at him helplessly. “The marble lining on your bay window looks cold, and you like to work there. I worry you’ll catch a cold, especially during typhoons or seasonal changes.”
Chen Wan’s gaze was utterly sincere. “I really don’t want you to get sick again.”
Zhao Shengge felt a sharp pang in his chest. His grip on Chen Wan’s wrist left faint marks. His eyes slowly swept over the shelves. “Why did you buy me so much?”
Chen Wan replied naturally, “No particular reason. I just… couldn’t help myself. When I saw something, I wanted to get it for you.” His love was simple. Nothing more than that.
As a child, Zhao Shengge had never received many gifts. He had never looked forward to holidays. But now he realized: giving and receiving gifts didn’t need a special time or a reason.
Seeing that he already knew, Chen Wan simply laid everything bare. “I noticed the watch when you were buying me the cufflinks. I wanted to keep browsing a bit longer, but you didn’t seem that interested, so I went back on my own later.”
“……”
“But these are all just based on my taste. If you don’t like them, it’s okay. In the future, whatever catches your eye, I’ll buy it for you.”
“I can have anything I want?”
“Yes.”
Zhao Shengge listened carefully to every word Chen Wan said, trying to trace back all the moments of being loved that he had missed, and could no longer reclaim.
The kind of happiness tinged with regret was the kind that lingered the longest.
Zhao Shengge held back the storm raging in his heart. He said he didn’t mind Chen Wan picking up pieces of his past. He even thanked Chen Wan for the gifts and said he liked them. Through it all, he seemed generous, full of gratitude. But later that night, when he had Chen Wan pinned against the golden nanmu cabinet, he was nothing like that—he was fierce.
While moving, he ordered Chen Wan to put on each of the gifts, those that had almost never seen the light of day.
“Chen Wan.”
“The watch.”
Zhao Shengge was a gentleman, only the savage intensity of his actions stood in stark contrast to the tenderness of his voice.
“Can I try the thumb ring?”
He was so polite, wiping the sweat streaming from Chen Wan’s forehead, and asked in a negotiating tone, “Put on the necklace too?”
Chen Wan’s toes curled, tensed, then slowly relaxed again.
“You even bought earrings.” Sapphire and obsidian. Zhao Shengge toyed with them briefly, then said in a low voice, tinged with regret, “But I don’t have pierced ears.”
“But if you want to see, I can get one pierced for you.”
Chen Wan nearly fainted; even his fingers were trembling. His voice was barely a whisper. “N-no need to pierce them.”
“It would hurt you.”
Zhao Shengge paused, studied him for a moment, then became even rougher.
Chen Wan’s heart and body were completely filled, leaving no room for anyone else but Zhao Shengge. No matter how fierce Zhao Shengge became, Chen Wan only met it with a gaze full of tenderness.
Zhao Shengge gripped his neck with force, looking down at him, and asked expressionlessly, “Chen Wan, what gave you the right to keep my gifts from me?”
Had he really almost never received them?
Chen Wan was nearly suffocating. He raised his hand with effort, touched Zhao Shengge’s sweat-soaked face, thought for a moment, and could only say, “I’ll buy you more. Better ones.”
He pulled Zhao Shengge’s head down into the crook of his neck, making a promise.
And Zhao Shengge wasn’t quite so fierce anymore.
Gentleness and love are enough to dissolve all the fears and uncertainties that linger in a relationship.
When it came to pursuing someone, Zhao Shengge was as decisive and relentless as he was at work. He completely abandoned his usual elusive and low-key manner—he was photographed by Hai Media paparazzi outside the Prince East for two consecutive nights.
Chen Wan was in meetings late into the evening and hadn’t come out. The paparazzi seemed determined not to give up until they uncovered the identity of this “mysterious close friend” who could keep Zhao Shengge waiting for two full hours.
When Zhao Shengge noticed someone staking out the building, he had his driver open the door and handed the paparazzi a bottle of water.
The paparazzi hadn’t expected to be discovered, despite hiding so well. Trembling, he accepted the bottle, then remembered that there were at least ten versions of how people who’d offended Zhao Shengge had met their end, so he grabbed his camera and fled.
Zhao Shengge asked, “Why’d he leave?”
The driver guessed, “Probably too cold outside.”
Zhao Shengge simply returned to his laptop and continued working.
But with how often Zhao Shengge showed up, a lucky paparazzo eventually caught a photo. Though the image was blurry and the face indistinct, speculation swirled around the identity of the “close friend.”
To outsiders, it wasn’t obvious, but to those who knew them, it was unmistakable.
At a dinner gathering that Chen Wan missed due to working overtime, Tan Youming cursed Zhao Shengge, calling him a beast.
“Chen Wan is off-limits! If you want to fool around, there are plenty of people for that. But not him.”
Chen Wan was someone he considered a true friend, not some nobody you could just mess around with.
Zhao Shengge asked, “Fool around?”
Shen Zongnian asked, “You two are together?”
Zhao Shengge replied, “No. I’m pursuing him.”
“…”
“You actually know how to pursue someone!” Tan Youming said sarcastically.
“…”
Zhao Shengge’s calm gaze swept across their faces. Shen Zongnian was expressionless, Tan Youming was righteously furious, Jiang Ying was clearly still out of the loop, and Zhuo Zhixuan, who had likely caused trouble last time, hadn’t dared to make a sound all evening.
Zhao Shengge knocked on the table with the back of his hand. “This is how you all feel about my relationship?”
“And how exactly should we feel?” Tan Youming shot back. “Do you just think Chen Wan is easy to bully because he’s mild-tempered?”
“No.” Zhao Shengge was unconcerned with others’ opinions. He was merely making an announcement.
Someone like Tan Youming, who lacked brains, could be disregarded. But Zhuo Zhixuan was also present, and he was one of the few people close to Chen Wan. Zhao Shengge placed both hands on the table and clasped them together. “I’m very serious.”
“…”
After the dinner, everyone headed to the underground parking lot. Zhao Shengge said, “Zhixuan, stay behind.”
Zhuo Zhixuan stiffened, thinking, So the day has finally come.
Zhao Shengge saw his expression and was briefly speechless. He decided not to scare him and said, “If your family gives you a hard time, come to me.”
In his memory, Zhuo Zhixuan was still the kid who would run to him or Tan Youming for help whenever he ran out of money or caused trouble. Yet now, he was bold enough to help Chen Wan with things like that.
Zhuo Zhixuan was stunned. This wasn’t the reckoning he had expected. “You… don’t blame me?”
Zhao Shengge: “He can kill and rob for all I care, but I want the right to know.”
Suddenly, Zhuo Zhixuan felt like the big brother from their childhood was truly back.
But Zhao Shengge added, “Thank you for all these years. But don’t let it happen again.”
His authority was absolute. Zhuo Zhixuan nodded immediately and quickly climbed into Tan Youming’s Bentley.
This time, he’d gotten into trouble helping Chen Wan. His family had cut off his cards and taken away his car, so he had no choice but to hitch a ride home.
Shen Zongnian was the one driving. While turning the wheel, he asked, “Zhao Shengge scolded you?”
Zhuo Zhixuan hadn’t even had time to say “No” before Tan Youming, in the passenger seat, turned around and said, “Serves you right!”
Chen Wan and Zhuo Zhixuan were both equally reckless. If Zhao Shengge didn’t yell at them, he would.
Even though he’d been cut off financially and lost his car, Zhuo Zhixuan was still in good spirits. He chuckled at Shen Zongnian, “Hehe, didn’t get scolded.”
“…” Tan Youming turned back with a look of horror, grabbing Shen Zongnian’s arm. “It’s over. The kid’s been scolded stupid.”
“…”
***
Chen Wan had missed several of Tan Youming’s gatherings in a row. But just before December arrived, he finally completed the full acquisition of his shareholdings.
He still followed his usual unorthodox, risk-taking style, but this time, he took the initiative to be honest with Zhao Shengge.
After listening, Zhao Shengge said nothing. He simply looked at him.
Chen Wan gave a good-natured smile, but his tone was firm: he had to deliver this blow himself.
His eyes curved gently, and Zhao Shengge, showing rare generosity, did not interfere. He repeated his usual line, “You can kill and rob if you want—I just want the right to know.”
Chen Wan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, genuinely unable to understand how what he’d done could be seen as so dangerous.
At Rongxin’s final shareholders’ meeting of the year, Chen Wan, who had never once appeared publicly at the company, showed up for the first time, stirring up a wave of discussion.
It was also the first time Chen Bingxin had seen him since the incident at the birthday banquet had sent shockwaves. No matter whether he sent Chen Yu or came in person to request a meeting, he had been firmly rejected. Zhao Shengge guarded Chen Wan like a fortress.
No matter how many looks were cast his way, Chen Wan remained composed, unmoved by praise or criticism, calmly seated just one position down from Chen Bingxin. At some point, he had already developed a presence quite like Zhao Shengge’s usual intimidating aura.
After finishing his report to the board, Chen Wan raised the point that, due to a change in share distribution, Chen Bingxin had lost his right to veto.
After that night, Chen Bingxin seemed to age ten years. His blood pressure spiked, and he was so furious it affected his health. He could no longer control his emotions in public. “You ungrateful brat! Rongxin was built by my own hands. I know it best, and I hold the most authority. You wormed your way into this seat with trickery and deceit, knowing nothing, and now you dare to point fingers here?”
Chen Wan remained poised and composed, his voice indifferent and clear. “Even founders must abide by the law. Decisions made in violation of the company law are invalid. I hope Chairman Chen understands that times have changed. The board of directors can no longer be your one-man show.”
Chen Bingxin’s eyes darkened with fury, but Chen Wan ignored him completely. Before Chen Bingxin could respond, he continued, “According to the supervisory board’s proposal, the shares held by Directors Chen Yu and Liao Zhihe contain irregularities. Additionally, both were involved in the misappropriation of company funds under the guise of business expenses during the tobacco export. I expect the two of you to take responsibility and resign.”
The named parties looked utterly shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat. Before they could mount a defense, Chen Wan issued a final warning: “If not accepted, I will invoke the Zhao Shengge Act and request the Supervisory Commission to initiate a formal procedure.”
The moment these words left his mouth, the boardroom erupted in uproar.
From the dim, defeated look in Chen Bingxin’s eyes, Chen Wan saw an old kingdom crumbling, powerless to resist its collapse. In that moment, he felt the immense burden that had weighed on him for more than a decade come crashing down.
By mid-December, the front pages of every major financial magazine in Haishi were bursting with dramatic headlines designed to grab attention:
[Shock!! The Chen Family’s 30-Year Giant Topples in Central Harbor. Rongxin Butchered at Taiji’s Hand]
[Three Years Later, the Zhao Shengge Act Returns to the Business Arena. Crown Prince Appears with Close Friend to Meet Commerce Chairman]
[Rongxin Founder Shows Greying Temples and Waning Vitality, Curses at Reporters: “Get lost, you worthless brats!” (Photos & Video Attached)]
[Senior Executive Liao of Rongxin Mutilated Like a Pig; Incontinent for Two Weeks and Widely Hated]
Haishi had officially entered winter. On the island, it never snowed, but the wind was strong, the days short, and the nights long. Dawn came late.
Zhao Shengge pulled over to drop Chen Wan off at Taiji.
The weather was slightly overcast. The bauhinia trees had lost all their leaves, and the bare branches swayed in the cold wind.
Many office workers crossed the overpass, well-dressed and stylish. If one looked closely, their expressions were cold and sharp—like youthful, lifeless blood slowly seeping into the empty business park.
It was Chen Wan’s twelfth consecutive day of work. Rongxin was already in shambles, but unless he struck thoroughly and uprooted every trace, he would never feel at ease.
Zhao Shengge reached into the back seat, pulled out a scarf, and wrapped it around Chen Wan’s neck.
The classic British plaid pattern had been picked by him, perhaps an extension of his innate need for control. From tie clip to belt, lighter to cufflinks, nearly every accessory on Chen Wan’s body came from Zhao Shengge.
Of course, Zhao Shengge was very fair and democratic. Full authority over his own clothing, food, housing, and travel had long been handed over to Chen Wan. The pair of Boundless Longevity cufflinks he wore today had been fastened by Chen Wan himself—though his fingers had still been trembling at the time.
“Ge Xi’s push for the share transfer can be appropriately slowed. Installments are better. If conditions allow, it may be wise for your mother to make a brief appearance.”
This would not only reduce public suspicion and speculation about Chen Wan’s behind-the-scenes maneuvers but would also confirm that Song Qingmiao did, in fact, share a close personal relationship with Ge Xi—that the photos and reports weren’t merely for show.
“Of course,” Zhao Shengge said, pressing the scarf around his neck. “That’s just my suggestion; you decide for yourself.”
“Alright.” Chen Wan, bundled up tightly by him, looked at the faint morning grumpiness still lingering on Zhao Shengge’s face and teased, “Then don’t see me off tomorrow. Get some more sleep.”
Zhao Shengge: “That’s not how you pursue someone.”
“Then don’t pursue, make it official.”
Zhao Shengge: “No. Haven’t passed yet.”
Chen Wan let out an “Ah?”
Ever since that night Zhao Shengge had gone to Rongxin Estate to drag him back, he hadn’t left his side. Over the past few days, he’d held him close, as if keeping him in the palm of his hand, warming him like a fire. Chen Wan felt like he was about to melt.
“What… more do you want?” Chen Wan truly didn’t understand.
Zhao Shengge glanced at him and said in a calm tone, “I didn’t do well enough.” If only he had been more alert, more forceful in interfering…
Chen Wan pulled the scarf down a little, leaned closer, and asked, “What wasn’t good, Zhao Shengge?”
“Chen Wan, are you comparing me to someone else?”
“Huh?” Chen Wan looked confused.
“Don’t compare me to others. If I did well or not—compare me to yourself.”
Zhao Shengge’s standard had always been Chen Wan himself, which meant he would always feel one step behind.
In love, Chen Wan had already done everything to the utmost. No matter how hard Zhao Shengge tried, it felt as if Chen Wan could never truly experience being loved with the same depth that he gave.
It wasn’t fair.
But when it came to this person, you couldn’t help but want to treat him better, and then better still. There was no other way.
Chen Wan found it amusing and laughed. “So whether you’ve won me over or not is up to you?”
“It’s up to you.”
“But going easy isn’t good,” Zhao Shengge reminded him.
“…”
When Chen Wan got out of the car, he failed to unlock the door on the first try. He suddenly remembered something, turned around, leaned in close to Zhao Shengge, and asked, “I won’t go easy. But even if we’re not official yet, can I still have a kiss?”
Zhao Shengge said, “Yes.”
After receiving the kiss, Chen Wan smoothly unlocked the door.
Zhao Shengge watched his figure disappear, then drove away from Taiji. He didn’t head straight to Minglong. Instead, he turned right, passed through the West District Tunnel, and headed to Tsuen Wan.
He had been to Monica’s clinic twice with Chen Wan. Today was the first time he came alone.
There were some things he needed to ask Monica in private. Monica also seemed to have intended to speak with him one-on-one.
But because he had a meeting in the morning, their conversation didn’t last long. Before eleven, Zhao Shengge had already returned to Minglong.
The Baoli Bay project was about to enter a month-long roadshow across the mainland and overseas. Zhao Shengge needed to complete preparations for Minglong’s other projects in advance. Shen Zongnian and Tan Youming were both present for the meeting, along with other investors and partners.
The meeting stretched from noon into the afternoon, with only a brief intermission. Zhao Shengge glanced at his phone and saw no new messages.
Chen Wan had been in negotiations all day at Taiji. Ge Xi raised objections regarding some defective equity shares, and Chen Wan proposed a phased transition. The two sides went back and forth before finally agreeing on a preliminary framework that allowed room for differences while preserving overall consensus.
His phone had been on silent. During the break, he pulled a Visconti pen from his pocket.
It wasn’t the same model as the ones in his collection cabinet, but it came from the same series. It appeared to be a custom edition, bearing a discreet private logo.
Chen Wan took a photo of the pen and sent it to Zhao Shengge.
A moment later, Zhao Shengge replied: [Why is that with you?]
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“…” Zhao Shengge knew Zhuo Zhixuan had sent him another new sticker pack.
Chen Wan often found things in his own pockets that didn’t belong to him—handkerchiefs, fountain pens, gloves, lighters. Not formal gifts, but private, intimate belongings of Zhao Shengge’s. As if he had casually tucked a piece of candy into Chen Wan’s coat—something he could stumble upon like a small, unexpected surprise.
It was also a kind of territorial marking. A quiet presence reminding, responding, accompanying.
The long-sought treasure had become something within reach.
The meeting didn’t end until nearly four. When Chen Wan left Taiji to return to Kexiang, it had started to rain. He texted Zhao Shengge to say there was no need to pick him up: [I’ll just come to you.]
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Zhao Shengge replied with just one word: [No.]
Chen Wan: [……]
After a full day of meetings, Tan Youming was so dizzy he doodled turtles and tigers all over Shen Zongnian’s notes, just waiting for it to be over.
Back in Zhao Shengge’s office, he collapsed onto the sofa with a loud groan of exhaustion and suggested they all go out and relax somewhere.
“You go ahead. I’m going to pick up Chen Wan. It’s raining, and if you don’t feel like going out, you can eat here at Minglong,” Zhao Shengge said, closing the drawer and meeting Shen Zongnian’s gaze with composure.
Tan Youming handed the notebook back to Shen Zongnian and glanced out the window at the slate-grey sky. “With this hellish weather, there’s definitely going to be a downpour. Why not just send the driver?”
Zhao Shengge pulled his long coat from the rack and draped it over himself. “It’s not my driver pursuing him.”
“…”
Zhao Shengge insisted on picking Chen Wan up himself—not because he was worried about the rain. Chen Wan had his own driver. But most of the things that mattered in love couldn’t be delegated.
Zhao Shengge simply didn’t want to.
Tan Youming probably couldn’t understand: it wasn’t that Chen Wan needed Zhao Shengge to pick him up—it was that Zhao Shengge wanted to see him sooner. He wanted to hold his hand in the rain, wrap an arm around his shoulders, kiss him, and pull him into an embrace.
He had come into Chen Wan’s life too late.
Even if they loved each other every single day from now on, Zhao Shengge still felt it wouldn’t be enough.
But there was nothing to be done. Zhao Shengge thought this with a blank expression.
Dating was a race against time itself. What a tragedy.
As he stepped into the elevator, Zhao Shengge received a message from Shen Zongnian: [0659 model chip has been discontinued.]
When Zhao Shengge had closed the drawer earlier, his eyes had caught sight of a half-finished piece, which closely resembled the weather-sensing robot model they had once built together. The one that had won an award and been displayed in the Yifu Building at school. He didn’t know if it was still there now.
Zhao Shengge replied: [Then we’ll make one that updates indefinitely.]
One that would never stop running.
