"Xinyi."
The familiar mellow voice that rang in her ears made her freeze.
Caihong looked back and solemnly stared at him. She softly said, "Zhiyuan…"
Xinyi tightened her fist, her heart drumming in her chest. Caihong alternated her gaze between them. She gave a firm squeeze as she held her palm and whispered. "Everything will be fine."
Xinyi bit her lip and didn't respond.
She sighed and slowly got up. As she walked past him, she gave a slight nod and went away.
As silence reigned for some time, Zhiyuan quietly stared at her back that he saw mildly trembling. His heart ached to see her pale figure shivering lonely like that.
He took one step ahead and to his shock, Xinyi suddenly got up and staggered to run away from him. He quickly caught her wrist and stopped her. "Xinyi, please stop!"
"No, Zhiyuan! P-please...I don't want to…" she sobbed.
