chapter 2
He said the same words to me.
When we were twenty years old.
I had a fight with my mom, was kicked out of the house in the middle of the night, and wandered aimlessly down the street.
When I heard Zhou Yan’s voice, I thought I was hallucinating.
“Yiyi.”
I looked up. He stood under the moonlight, travel-worn, his eyes bloodshot.
His gaze fell on the slap mark on my cheek, full of pain and concern.
“From now on, when you come home, I won’t let you out of my sight, not even for a second.”