Lu Jinghan gently caressed Han Xi's back with his palm, his voice tender as he comforted her, "Don't be afraid, girl. I'm here with you now, it's all over, it's okay."
Back at the hotel, Lu Jinghan carefully laid Han Xi down on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then went to the living room outside.
He sat down in front of the sofa, leaned forward to pick up the cigarette box on the coffee table, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the scarlet spark flickering at his fingertip.
The phone in his pants pocket suddenly rang, and Lu Jinghan tilted his body slightly to the side, took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and then pressed the answer button.
Fu Bin said something over the phone, and through the light smoke and haze, one could sense the coldness brewing in Lu Jinghan's unfathomable eyes.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Jinghan took a few more puffs before leaning forward to extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray, and got up to go to the bedroom.
