Yan Qingsi lets go of Yue Tingfeng and turned to leave. Xiao Xu then stared at the man for a bit before carrying everything and rushing over to catch up with her.
Yue Tingfeng felt as though a hard stone was stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell her his thoughts, but no matter what he did, he could not say it out loud. The only thing he could do was look at her leave.
He did not immediately run to her. Instead, sat on the sickbed and ruminated. He needed to get his thoughts in order. His chaotic emotions were making him feel very uncomfortable.
His phone began to ring, but he was tired and did not want to pick it up.
If he did not pick up, however, the phone would continue ringing. The noise gave him a headache, and when he took his cell phone out, he saw the caller -his mother.
He answered the call lazily, "Yes, Ma…"
"Tingfeng, where have you gone to again these few days."
"Busy. Working overtime." Lying was second nature to him.
