Su Qingqing's fingers slid unconsciously across the screen, flipping through Bai Weiwei's posts one by one. Every update about Lin Ze felt like a tiny needle gently pricking her heart.
Before her eyes, an unfamiliar Lin Ze seemed to materialize—
One who would clumsily care for stray dogs, complain at three in the morning, and run across half the city for a good scallion pancake.
Her phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Lin Ze: "Brought you some midnight snacks. I'm downstairs."
Chapter 93