A saddened vice shrouded all around Han Yifeng. His expression seemed worn out and lonely as the sharp eyes he used to have were now dull and dark.
It was obvious that he was not doing well right now.
Xi Xiaye lost interest in continuing this conversation, so she turned around and left.
Han Yifeng raised his head and just looked at her retreating back. He wanted to catch up with her, but as he took his first step, he stopped.
What else could he say even if he went up to her?
He had nothing else left to say…
…
It was 5 p.m. when she left Yueying.
The sun was setting in the west and the orange light warmed the whole of City Z, giving everything a cozy vibe.
The breeze was not very strong, and it still felt a little warm walking under the sunset as Xi Xiaye walked slowly towards her car.
