Upon entering the elevator, I set Le Yao down after pressing the down button and glanced at my watch—it was already two in the morning.

Leaning against a corner of the elevator, Le Yao said to me, "Zhao Yang, I just had a fever, and you rushed over from Suzhou in the middle of the night. I'm really touched!"

I smiled nonchalantly and replied, "Considering the discounted airfare at night, a 306 yuan ticket from Shanghai to Beijing at 11:30 PM."@@novelbin@@

"Would you not have come if there wasn't a discounted ticket?"

"Of course, I would have. You'd reimburse me for the ticket, right?"

Le Yao chuckled without saying more, and I tightened the blanket wrapped around her.

The elevator continued its descent, and I leaned against another corner, pondering: Perhaps to others, my rushing to Beijing to see Le Yao in the middle of the night seemed absurd, but I didn't see it that way. Some affections are incomprehensible to those who lack certain emotions, and I, Zhao Yang, have always lived by my feelings, not by what's considered rational.

Moreover, since Le Yao had asked, I felt I should come. Over time, through mutual care, we had developed a kinship-like bond. Therefore, my feelings should follow this hard-earned kinship and guide my actions.

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