It felt like there was a big hole in her heart, through which the cold wind whistled, making each breath feel painfully sharp.
After the photo was taken, she didn't linger any longer; after exchanging pleasantries, she smiled and took the initiative to leave.
She left without looking back, heading in the direction of her own residence.
She knew all too well why she was acting this way.
It had been many days since she and he had parted.
Time seemed to have stretched on for ages, each day dragging on extraordinarily long.
She felt she was almost at her breaking point.
Yes, she was just that pathetic.
Just then, someone suddenly called out her name from behind.
She stopped in her tracks and turned around to find Sister Ling running toward her, shouting, "Come back quickly, the photo session isn't finished."
She frowned, "How is it not over? Didn't we just finish taking them?"
She admitted.
She simply didn't have the mood for it anymore.
