Si Zhengting simply stood there, staring at her.
Perhaps having become tired of crying, she finally stood up, head hung low, and walked over to the benches beside the school field. She sat there silently and stared ahead into the distance.
As the day began to break, the streets started filling out with more people — food vendors began setting up their stalls, and the fragrance of steamed buns began to fill the air.
But the woman sitting in the school remained where she was, seemingly fossilized.
A cold breeze came by. She rubbed her own shoulders, then sneezed.
Si Zhengting's face also finally regained vigor. Lowering his head and pressing his lips together, he fished out his cell phone from his pocket. It had been vibrating for a very long time, and true enough, there had been more than 20 calls from Su Yanbin.
