"I..." Lu Jiatang suddenly found it difficult to speak. He wanted to say that wasn't what he meant, but in the end, all he said was, "Get up first."
With Lu Jiatang supporting him, Fang Jin struggled to his feet. He tried to pull away, but Lu Jiatang still had hold of his arm.
"I'll take you back," Lu Jiatang said.
Fang Jin shook his head. "No need. I'm going with Peng Zhu."
Peng Zhu...
The emotions in Lu Jiatang's eyes darkened like ink. After a pause, he asked, "Are you... close?"
"Yeah," Fang Jin answered. There was no need to hide it. "Good friends."
It wasn't that Lu Jiatang had any issue with Fang Jin having friends. It was just that Fang Jin had always kept to himself. Unless he wanted something himself, he ignored other people's goodwill. This was the first time Lu Jiatang had heard him say "good friends."
"What about Si You? Is he a good friend too?"
Fang Jin leaned lightly against the car door. Hearing that, he looked up, his expression bewildered and somewhat wary. "Lu Jiatang, why are you asking me this?"
Lu Jiatang didn't answer.
"Don't do this." Fang Jin brushed his hand away, turned his head, and said flatly, "Didn't you always want to get rid of me? Don't do things that will make me misunderstand."
Lu Jiatang stared at Fang Jin. "Why couldn't you talk things through properly before?"
He saw a mocking curve appear at Fang Jin's lips.
Fang Jin wanted to as well, but he simply couldn't learn how. Life after avenging his great hatred was far too empty. For a time, Fang Jin wandered through life like a sleepwalker, not knowing what to do. Nightmares still haunted him, and he found no release. Then Lu Jiatang appeared,