Bian Yue was unaware of all this.
So she didn't know that Shen Jinci had returned home late at night, standing outside her bedroom for a long time, holding his red plastic hard-shell lighter in his hand, fiddling with it over and over.
He had a serious expression, studying the lighter for a good while, then slipped it into his pocket and walked away.
The night, accompanied by the sudden damp showers common in the rainy season, dissipated the stuffiness.
Shen Jinci maintained a calm and composed facade, his emotions hidden without a trace.
Three hours earlier in the chairman's office, facing Li Sihe's humble plea, he had said, "Li Sihe, how could I possibly hand over someone I fancy to someone else?"
At the moment those words were spoken, Li Sihe's face showed a look of sudden realization.
He understood instantly.
All other matters were secondary, in the end, it was simply because Shen Jinci loved Bian Yue.
