Wen Renche wasn't surprised by the young woman's suggestion.
He knew her temperament better than anyone, so he didn't feel any dissatisfaction toward it.
"Next time." The man rubbed his knuckles, his mood suddenly sinking a bit, his voice growing hoarse: "I'm leaving tomorrow."
"So soon?" Yu Zhi sat upright in astonishment, her light caramel almond-shaped eyes flickered with a trace of reluctance.
"Mm, I'll come back for your birthday." By then, he probably wouldn't leave again.
Seeing that the girl was still a bit unhappy, Wen Renche leaned forward and gently patted her head.
As his fingers brushed against her soft, fine hair, his heart quivered slightly, and an indescribable warmth spread throughout his chest.
He held back the scorching emotion threatening to spill out from his eyes and joked as he always did, "Ah-Shi, are you really so unwilling to part with your brother?"
