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Xiao Yuan carried Lu Zhian, neither heading towards the school nor towards the "home" that he and Xiao Jin nominally shared but which was cold and almost deserted.
Since Lu Zhian vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air, that so-called "home" has lost its last bit of warmth. He and Xiao Jin, two people who were also left behind, tacitly chose to numb themselves with work and distance. Unless absolutely necessary, they almost never met again, and even when they did, it was just a dry exchange about progress in the search and necessary matters.
He drove to the underground parking lot of a top-tier hotel in the city center. There lay his long-term presidential suite, which was less a home and more a fully equipped, well-maintained place of refuge that guaranteed absolute privacy.
After parking the car, he picked up the sleeping Lu Zhian and carried him directly to the penthouse suite via the private elevator. His movements were still gentle, as if he were holding Lu Zhian's entire world, which he had lost and then regained, yet which was also fragile.
He gently placed Lu Zhian on the large, soft bed in the bedroom, took off his shoes and socks, and carefully covered him with a light yet warm down comforter.
The warm yellow light outlined his peaceful sleeping face, stripping away the gentle aloofness he possessed when awake, and the hazy boldness he displayed when drunk, leaving only a pure and unguarded demeanor.
Xiao Yuan stood by the bed, quietly watching him, his deep eyes churning with complex and indescribable emotions.
Finally, he quietly left the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him, leaving the room peaceful for the person inside.
He walked to the minibar in the living room and poured himself a neat glass of whiskey, without ice. He needed this drink, which he would normally have had in a bar, and more importantly, he needed it to help cool down his somewhat out-of-control emotions.
The amber liquid slid down his throat, bringing a burning sensation, but it couldn't completely dispel the image of that warm, alluring face tinged with drunkenness from his mind. He tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp, pressing the cool glass against his forehead, trying to suppress the unfamiliar heat within him.
Finding him was to protect his peace, not to disrupt it. Xiao Yuan emphasized this to himself again. No matter what kind of person Lu Zhian chose to become or what kind of life he lived, he would stand at a suitable distance to ensure his safety and happiness.
However, this ideal distance seems to have become difficult to grasp after tonight.
He put down his wine glass, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the still brightly lit city below. The huge glass reflected his slightly lonely figure, and the tightly closed bedroom door behind him.
Tonight, I'm destined to be sleepless.
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