Lu Mi froze.
When had it happened?
Zhong Zixian had quit smoking at Shen Yiwen's urging, and even after guessing that she had died, he had never turned to cigarettes to drown his sorrows again.
The only unusual thing was that he had been writing and revising scores more often than before.
But Lu Mi had thought he was preparing to work with Shen Yiwen again, and had never dared bring up her death.
Yet now, Zhong Zixian seemed to have calmly accepted it long ago.
Looking at Zhong Zixian's gentle, affectionate gaze, Lu Mi dimly recalled something.
Shen Yiwen had once said that Zhong Zixian had a tender yet resilient heart.
"How touching."
Leaning against the kitchen doorway with a lollipop in his mouth, Cheng Cheng glanced at Roman beside him and teased, "What, not jealous this time?"
Roman was still putting the bowls into the cupboard one by one, without even turning his head toward them.
"All right, looks like you've changed your strategy."
Cheng Cheng crunched the candy between his teeth and went out to join them. "Don't forget about me!"
No one brought up exactly what they intended to do.
But through looks and embraces, this group of companions had silently agreed to set out together on a path of no return.
At five in the afternoon, Lu Mi went out for the first time in two days.
With that gleaming gold pass to the Central Control Building, he met almost no obstacles along the way.
Besides an enormous sum of gold coins, the prize for first place in the Popularity Contest was a wish granted by the god, allowing the winner to obtain an ability.
When he reached the door of the designated room, everyone withdrew.
The whole display made it seem as though their