It was completely dark.
Clinging to the solid wood banister, Wang Xiaoliang inched his way up to the third floor.
His calves kept cramping. He had done no heavy work, yet pain seeped from deep within his bones.
Tomorrow, he had to move to the first floor.
He pushed open his bedroom door and collapsed onto the bed.
The moment the back of his head touched the pillow, a throbbing pain shot through it.
The new phone on his bedside table lit up with a news notification.
He rolled over, turning his back to it.
In the past, whenever he had free time, his phone practically grew out of his hand. Today, he did not even want to touch it.
He pulled open the drawer and felt around for the Book of Fate.
He opened it to where he had left off, at the Thirty-Ninth Fate Alteration Art: To count all one possesses without dwelling on what one lacks is the sign of a fortunate person.
He felt he understood this art and knew how to use it.
He was about to turn to the next page, but his hand stopped.
Why not use this art to look at what Wei Zijin had now?
She had a career.
There was no question about that.
She had love.
He loved her very much.
What about family?
That was still him, and his family. His family probably did not count yet. It would take time and shared experiences for Wei Zijin to truly regard them as family.
What about friendship?
Li Lanxiang, Zeng Haiyan, Wang Fen-there really were not many people she could talk to. More importantly, there seemed to be things she preferred to tell Li Lanxiang. He had only stopped Zijin from seeing her because Li Lanxiang was unsafe to