It was late at night when Xu Huan returned to Pei Cheng’s tattoo shop. The lights inside were still on, casting a warm glow through the glass door and onto the street.
As Xu Huan pushed the door open, the wind chimes gave a soft tinkle. Pei Cheng was sitting at his workbench, a pen in his hand, head bowed as he sketched on a piece of paper. Hearing the noise, he looked up. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw Xu Huan, but his expression quickly returned to its usual calm.
"You're back?" his voice was deep, carrying his characteristic easygoing warmth.
Chapter 89