In the Lu Mansion.
Lu Jinchen sat alone in the large living room. The clock ticked loudly behind him, but he didn't move. His eyes were fixed on the closed door in front of him.
She said she would come back.
He kept telling himself that. She promised to return, and he believed her. He waited quietly, holding on to those words like they were the only thing keeping him sane. The old grandfather clock ticked behind him, reminding him of the time that was passing painfully slowly.
From ten to twelve in the midnight, and finally, it was one Still, the door didn't open. She didn't come. Lu Jinchen's heart sank. His chest felt heavy, as if something inside of him was breaking into several small pieces.
His hands curled into fists on his knees. His heart, which had been beating with stubborn hope, now slowly twisted in bitter understanding. She wasn't coming back. A small, bitter smile appeared on his lips. He laughed at himself.
