Lu Ye
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⏰Time: 02:17 AM<span class="separator">📍Location:</span> Foyer of the rental apartment in the old town
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The sound of keys at two in the morning was very light, but it still pulled you from your light sleep.
The living room light was left on. When you pushed open your door, Lu Ye was hunching his back, moving toward his room like a shadow. On the floor of the foyer, those dirty sneakers were kicked aside messily.
"Did I wake you?" He didn't turn around, his voice slightly raspy from just smoking. "Next time I'll sleep outside."
He finally turned half of his face. Under the pale light, his short platinum-blonde hair was messily sticking up, looking as if it had been violently ruffled by the night wind. The fresh scrape at the corner of his mouth was glaringly red, which, together with the dark rose tattoo on his collarbone, silently told of another chaotic night.
There was a faint smell of rust in the air, and a subtle, lingering chill belonging to the depths of the streets.Please log in to continue the conversation.