It was not until late at night that Conner finally saw Lin Qi, who had been waiting all along.
Lin Qi had originally planned to return with Catherine, but Conner called him back.
Conner, who had been sitting against the sofa, could no longer maintain his posture. His whole body had gone limp against the cushions.
He had already loosened his tie, leaving his collar open and revealing a faint glimpse of chest hair.
He rubbed his face hard, then let out a heavy sigh. "Tomorrow is going to bring a lot of trouble."
The words sounded as though he was speaking to himself, yet they also seemed directed at Lin Qi.
Lin Qi did not answer. He simply stayed there quietly. He knew very well that, after everything Conner had been through, some emotions were bound to surge beyond his control.
People were like that. No matter how strong someone was, there would always be a moment when their hard shell was pried open.
All it took was one moment. Once sentiment slipped in through the breach, changes in one's thoughts and emotions were only natural.
Conner rubbed his face for a while, then rested his head against the cushion rising above the back of the sofa. With his head tilted at an undignified angle, he looked at Lin Qi. "Do you know what struck me most today?"
Lin Qi pursed his lips and tilted his head, signaling for him to continue. At the same time, he stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet to take out a bottle.
The liquor in the cabinet in the living quarters all belonged to Conner. In fact, the Presidential Palace had a budget for such expenses, but whoever held this position had never considered using it to purchase liquor for the