Lu Siheng
Lu Siheng realized he was doing something very unlike himself.
At two in the morning, he was lying in bed, repeatedly zooming in on a photo from his feed—in the corner, her finger was resting on a coffee cup, a smudge of paint on her nail.
He thought for a moment, opened the chat box, typed and deleted, deleted and typed, and finally sent four words:
"Are you still awake?"
Immediately after sending it, he locked the screen and pressed the phone against his chest.
Thirty-seven years old, a billionaire, yet he was pursuing someone like a high school student.
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