Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an followed Yan Heng hesitantly until they got on the elevator before she suddenly realized, "I... I can go up by myself."

Yan Heng asked, "Do you know the password?"

Oh right, I was in a rush this afternoon and didn't have time to change the password.

But... it's just a password, why not just tell her? Why go through all that trouble?

The elevator doors opened, and Yan Heng strode out. He walked to the door, pressed a series of numbers, and Xu An'an couldn't see them clearly because he moved too quickly.

After operating the controls a few more times, Yan Heng stepped aside and said, "Come on, let's set a password."

"Oh... okay."

What password should I use?

With her fingertips hovering over the screen, Xu An'an was momentarily dazed.

In the past, all her passwords were combinations of her own and Lu Yiming's birthdays.

It's as if that would string the numbers together like chains, binding the two people tightly together.

Looking back now, it's both pathetic and laughable.

A loud clap of thunder sounded outside the window, followed by a downpour.

Xu An'an suddenly came to her senses.

She let out a soft breath.

That's all in the past.

Her gaze returned to the screen, where the time display had just been updated, silently crossing midnight and ushering in a new day.

Xu An'an thought for a moment, then tapped her finger and entered today's date.

This is the first place she has moved into since leaving the Nanshan Villa. Even if it's only for a few months, it's worth making a solemn start.

"I've fixed it."

Xu An'an turned around and saw Yan Heng with his head down, his fingers lightly pinching his brow, looking very tired.

Xu An'an paused, suddenly remembering the 90-minute rule.

"...Do you have a headache?"

"It's nothing," Yan Heng said, not paying much attention. He walked closer to check the door lock and, after confirming there were no problems, said, "Go back and rest. Contact me if you need anything."

"......good."

Yan Heng closed the door for her from outside and then turned to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard a "click"—

"Yan Heng, wait a minute!"

Yan Heng turned around in surprise upon hearing the sound, only to find the door had been pushed open again.

Xu An'an gripped the handle with her fingers. "Why don't you... call a driver to come pick you up?"

"Hmm?" Yan Heng raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Why call a driver?"

"It's raining now..." Xu An'an paused, remembering that Yan Heng had clearly had a headache earlier, and continued, "It's not safe to drive if you're very tired."

Yan Heng was taken aback, then the corners of his mouth curved slightly. "It's okay, it's very close."

Xu An'an didn't believe it.

It was a long drive from the hotel today, and now it's pouring rain outside, the roads are dark and slippery...

Yan Heng stayed up so late waiting for her, and if anything unexpected happened, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

"No, you have to call the driver!"

This attitude surprised Yan Heng.

"It's this late, even the driver needs to sleep." His smile deepened as he waved his watch at Xu An'an, a hint of teasing in his voice:

"And even if we call him now, are you sure it would be safer for him to drive than for me?"

That seems to make sense... Xu An'an pursed her lips.

But what should we do?

Xu An'an's father had an accident on such a rainy night.

The driver on the other end was fatigued and not paying attention; by the time he saw her father's truck, it was too late to brake.

The car accident was extremely tragic; no one survived in either vehicle.

This incident left a severe psychological scar on young Xu An'an, so much so that she rarely drove at night in the rain when she grew up.

Moreover, Yan Heng's condition is clearly not good right now...

Better safe than sorry... We absolutely cannot let Yan Heng drive back like that.

Seeing Xu An'an clinging to the doorframe with a bitter and resentful expression, Yan Heng suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He was about to say, "Actually, I live in—"

"You'll be staying here tonight!"

Yan Heng froze, momentarily unable to believe his ears: "What did you say?"

"I told you to stay here!" Xu An'an subconsciously avoided his gaze: "Anyway, isn't there a separate suite on the first floor? You can stay there."

"Alright, stop standing there, come in."

After saying that, Xu An'an turned around and went into the house without looking back.

Because the house was converted from a clubhouse, there was a suite on each of the two floors. The one on the second floor was larger and had a large bathtub in the bathroom. She moved her things up there in the afternoon.

Yan Heng was temporarily staying in the room on the first floor. Since the two of them each had a floor, it wasn't particularly awkward.

After washing up, Xu An'an lay down on the bed.

Turning over and over again.

Perhaps because she had slept for too long in the car, she was not sleepy at all.

And—I'm so hungry!

I ate my last meal at this restaurant, which is almost 10 hours ago!

Feeling unbearably hungry, Xu An'an decided to get up and make herself something to eat.

She put on a cardigan and quietly went downstairs.

The kitchen is on the first floor, quite close to Yan Heng's room, but it's so late, he should be asleep by now.

I took tomatoes, greens, and eggs from the refrigerator, quickly stir-fried them in a pan, added water, and then added a handful of noodles.

The nutritious and delicious tomato and egg noodles are ready!

This is what her grandma taught her; it's convenient and simple, and Xu An'an has loved eating it since she was little.

However... it seems I accidentally put in too much noodle this time.

Looking at the huge pot of noodles, Xu An'an was a little worried—she'd try eating some first, and if it didn't work, she'd drain the noodles and have them for breakfast.

She had just ladled out a bowl when the light behind her suddenly came on.

Xu An'an was startled and was about to turn around—

"careful."

Suddenly, a large, well-defined hand appeared and caught the bowl that Xu An'an had almost knocked over.

It was Yan Heng.

Why did he get up?

"To a restaurant?" Yan Heng asked, holding a bowl.

"Oh, okay..." Xu An'an stammered.

Watching Yan Heng steadily place the bowl full of noodles on the dining table, Xu An'an came to her senses.

She picked up her chopsticks and followed her into the dining room. "Did... I wake you up?"

"No," Yan Heng said calmly, "I'm hungry too."

"..."

That's true, Yan Heng ate his last meal at the same time as me.

Xu An'an couldn't help but burst out laughing when she recalled what happened on the plane a few days ago.

She placed the chopsticks across the bowl and pushed it towards Yan Heng, saying, "Why don't you eat first, or you'll get a stomachache again."

Yan Heng: "..."

The two of them were really hungry, each holding a bowl of noodles and eating intently.

Xu An'an didn't have a big appetite, and she was already a little full after eating more than half a bowl, so she slowed down and slowly picked at her noodles with her chopsticks, looking at Yan Heng sitting opposite her.

This scene is all too familiar.

Eight years ago, they often ate together like this.

Yan Heng uses his left hand to hold chopsticks; Xu An'an remembers asking him about it once:

Why do you write with your right hand but eat with your left?

"I was forced to correct my handwriting when I was a child."

"You're left-handed?" Xu An'an asked in surprise. "What about other things you do? Like playing ball, which hand do you use?"

"Except for writing, I use my left hand."

That was the first time Xu An'an had ever seen a live left-handed person, and she found it incredibly amazing.

That day, she kept Yan Heng asking him all sorts of questions and even searched online for a bunch of test movements to try. In the end, she successfully proved the difference between left-handed people and normal people—Yan Heng subconsciously used his left hand to do everything.

Ugh, I was so bored back then...

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye... I never thought they would have the chance to sit down and eat together like this again.

Yan Heng finished the last bite of noodles, put down his chopsticks, and noticed Xu An'an staring at him blankly. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Xu An'an said, snapping out of her reverie, "It's just that I suddenly feel like time is flying by..."

She paused, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, have you grown taller these past few years?"

Yan Heng: "...Probably."

How tall are you now?

"My height was 188.6 cm during last year's physical exam," Yan Heng said, taking a sip of water.

"Tsk," Xu An'an thought to herself.

They're so precise, down to one decimal place, yet they deliberately act so nonchalant.

How come I didn't notice he was putting on an act before?

Seeing his expression, Xu An'an suddenly felt like teasing him.

"Oh~", she deliberately dragged out her words, "Well, it really hasn't grown much, less than 3 centimeters..."