Chapter 17: Song Yu, Water Flowing Gently

The living room in Song Yu’s home was empty, with Song Yu’s sportswear and shorts, which she wore while running, scattered on the messy sofa.

I suddenly felt nervous. Could Song Yu be taking a shower?

Looking around, Song Yu was still nowhere to be seen.

This is the downside of large apartments; living alone in one can feel too spacious and lonely.

“Sister Yu, are you there?”

As I familiarized myself with Song Yu’s room, I called out softly.

As they reached the master bedroom door, Song Yu’s voice could be faintly heard: “Is that Lin Yuan?”

“Sister Yu,…