Downstairs from the place he found was a street of cheap snacks, with a barbecue that burned all year round at the corner, the black smoke turning the walls pitch black. Dense wires wrapped around the utility poles, and then passed under the air conditioners outside the buildings.

Besides barbecues, the area had everything like octopus balls, juicy soup dumplings, teppanyaki grilled squid, spicy duck products, etc. After school every day, it was bustling with a steady stream of people.

The reason he chose such a place was partly that it was close to the school, convenient for eating and drinking, and more importantly, it allowed him to "cover his tracks."

He was a student after all, so living here wasn’t strange at all, and no one would even notice him.

Here, he could do whatever he wanted, have his own privacy. Although the conditions were average, he was satisfied.

During his time in Beijing, he was busy until very late every day. It was only during the silent, deep nights that he would sit in his chair, set aside the drawings filled with formulas, and gaze out the window.

He didn’t know how long he stared or what he was thinking about.

It snowed at night.

A few shops in the alley of the snack street hung a few light bulbs, emitting a dim yellow light in this quiet snowy night.

From the chair in his room, he could see snowflakes falling, drifting like butterflies spreading their wings.

He seemed to be entranced, suddenly a bit dazed, as a silhouette appeared in the white snowy night. Her smile was gentle and serene, her figure graceful, all beautiful words couldn’t do her justice.

At four or five in the morning, a figure lay on the wooden table, slowly opened its sleepy eyes, and tried to get up. But having slept on the table all night, his neck was sore and stiff.

He frowned, massaging the back of his neck to relieve it, getting up, and putting down the pen in his hand.

Yes, putting down the pen in his hand.

On the drawing previously under him, there were no more formulas, but rather a beautiful woman.

With long flowing hair, noble temperament, clear eyes, delicate appearance, and every frown and smile was heart-moving.

Wen Yu framed the picture he drew at night, but there was something special about this frame, and that was—

The woman’s ear stud

A platinum ear stud was drawn on one of her ears, beautiful and dazzling, looking very realistic, even though it was just a drawing.

However, only one ear was drawn, the other ear was left empty.

But soon, he took out a sealed small bag from the drawer, retrieved an ear stud from it, which was exactly the same as the one drawn on the paper!

This ear stud was the one Jack had, that Ruan Yiyi had left in the car while they were together, and he had picked up and secretly kept.

But now, Jack was no longer around, only he remained.

A moment later, he took out glue and attached that ear stud to the drawing.

Instantly, it enhanced her even more, and the person in the drawing seemed more vivid.

Though he was already an adult, Wen Yu, full of youthful spirit, sat in the chair for a long time, gently stroking the person in the drawing. Finally, he stood up, satisfied and went to rest on the bed.

But the yearning was like a tide, and the moment he lay on the bed, it was as if he had fallen into the sea.

The surging tide swallowed him over and over again.

A few hours later, in Beijing.

A plane from Hong Kong arrived at the Capital Airport in the early morning.