But her voice was on the radio, yet she never appeared before him—deeply mysterious wait, endless torment. Gu Qingchen lit cigarette after cigarette...
Night, eleven o'clock.
Qian Wei arrived at the radio station a few minutes early. She went directly from the parking lot into the elevator and then to the broadcasting studio.
As soon as she walked in, she sensed something different from the usual.
She knew it might be Qin Shan trying to get back at her, so there were police sent here.
As soon as she pushed open the door of the broadcasting studio, she saw a tall figure sitting in her anchor seat.
Meanwhile, hearing the footsteps outside the door, the man who took her seat immediately turned around to look at her.
He had a handsome face, but it could not hide his haggardness, especially his eyes which carried an engraving sadness, deep and affectionate, making Qian Wei feel caught off guard; she could only stand there, staring blankly at him.
