"I don't think he looked like that though, he sat here beside you and waited for a long time that day. He didn't do anything, and just drank his coffee. I reckon he wanted to wait until you had slept enough, but you slept for too long in the end and he left first."
Xia Qingyi felt that it was a little inappropriate to hear news on Mo Han so abruptly from a stranger. She could see that the girl would keep on chatting and wanted to leave. "That… I still have something on… in the future… when I have time, we can talk."
Xia Qingyi retreated and did not continue to listen to what the girl was saying, leaving as though she was fleeing for her life.
She walked on the road, thought back to what the girl had said when she suddenly remembered something. She stopped in the tracks and her eyes widened before she started to flip through her bag.
