It Will Come In Handy

Lu Yi switched on his computer and began to work. For a long time, he sat still without doing anything. He then took out his bank card and spun it around his fingers. He shut his eyes, as though in thought. 

He tapped his finger on the table gently. His expression softened, but the hint of loneliness lingered. 

That was until his phone rung. He answered the call. Unexpectedly, it was Lei Qingyi, who went on complaining for a few hours. 

"Listen to this, Lu Yi, that heartless lass of mine has left." 

"Left without so much as a word. I was going to take her out to eat good food! All her favorite dishes! It took me so much effort to book a table there. Little heartless lass! Not a single word in advance! My heart is in pieces." 

Lu Yi tossed his phone aside, but Leng Qingyi's old-maid laments still bled from it. Lu Yi continued to stare at the screen, which lit his face and wistful eyes in blue light.