On Christmas Eve, the embassy party was ablaze with lights.
After sending off the last child in the choir, I turned back to the office building to tidy up. On the back stairs, I bumped into Lu Yanzhi, the cool and self-possessed TV Emperor on the screen. He was leaning against the wall with his collar open, his face red, and his forehead covered with sweat.
He saw clearly that it was me and said the first words in a hoarse voice: "Don't call anyone... Please."
I could tell that something was wrong with him, as if someone had tampered with him. Once it is exposed, the hot search topic tomorrow will be his name paired with unsavory words. He will be destroyed.
I only have three seconds to make a decision.
Three seconds
Early the next morning, I left a note and went to class as usual.
There was only one sentence on the note: "I will forget what happened last night."
There is also a personal number that he wrote down at some point and is pressed on the coffee table.
I waited a day, a week, a month - the phone never rang.
I thought he really forgot.
