Racing Home

A day was a microcosm of a lifetime.

For some reason, Zhu Maolin suddenly remembered those words. He was like a traveler on the road home, and it had been a long time since he had felt such urgency.

He wanted to return to that empty house, to return to the side of the person who, no matter how insignificant he was, would still treat him like a treasure.

How had he said it?

How could he have forgotten the vows he had made when he entered the hall amid blessings?

The streetlights on the late-night roads receded behind him, and the night rushed past. He suddenly felt grateful for the time that had brought him and Xiao Lu together... At last, he knew what it was about Xiao Lu that attracted him, and why she made him feel so peaceful and comfortable.

Xiao Lu carried a shadow of Hou Chen Yuhan--as though their meeting had been tailor-made. What Xiao Lu gave him was exactly what his wife, back when they had been passionately in love and she was still his girlfriend, had once given him.

A girl who could bring back the feeling of being passionately in love... Xiao Lu was such a miraculous girl.

After leaving the car in the parking lot, Zhu Maolin hurried across the tandem parking spaces he had bought. In the space beside the black SUV, there was also a motorcycle covered with canvas.

Zhu Maolin glanced at it subconsciously. The motorcycle was his too, but it had been a long time since he had taken it onto the road--even though he had continued to maintain it all this time.

It seemed rather like this family of his. Whether it was him or Hou Chen Yuhan, both of them had done their utmost to