[Old Li, I'm marrying Lin Yaman. We're holding a simple ceremony at the Merchants' Association tomorrow. With how close we are, I won't waste words. Come along with Dean Chen if you have time. No need to bring anything, just join us for a meal. Also, you should get a move on yourself.]
The cold light from the phone screen illuminated Li Tianming's pale, haggard face and the heavy bags beneath his eyes.
He stared at those lines, his thumb hovering over the screen without touching it for a long time.
When he had learned that Olof and Liu Yingfeng were getting married, Li Tianming had wished them well.
When he learned that Zhao Longfei and Lin Yaman were getting married, Li Tianming was stunned.
How had Zhao Longfei, that thick-browed, big-eyed fellow who was always so steady, jumped on the flash marriage bandwagon too?
Li Tianming simply couldn't wrap his head around it.
He was still drowning in the pain of Qin Siyang's death, with not even a body left behind, yet within a single day, he had received happy news from two older couples in succession.
Before he had emerged from the shadow of Qin Siyang's passing, another shock had hit him.
Olof's relationship with Qin Siyang had been limited to work, with little personal friendship between them. Li Tianming could understand him getting married now to fulfill a long-held wish.
But Zhao Longfei? Qin Siyang had only been gone for two or three days, and he was already rushing to celebrate a wedding?
Li Tianming's first reaction to the news had been anger.
But after he sat in the darkness for a long while, gripping his phone, that anger slowly faded.
Over the past two years of dealing with Zhao Longfei, he had come to understand him