Only then did Lin Wenyu hang up. A moment later, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," she said nasally, hurriedly putting on her mask.
Yuan Haoyang limped in and placed a bag of Skittles in front of her. "This is for you."
"I don't want it." Lin Wenyu was unhappy.
"If you don't want it, just throw it away." Yuan Haoyang's expression froze.
Lin Wenyu grabbed it and played with it in her hand. Because there were still tears on her face, she lowered her head and endured it.
Yuan Haoyang did not leave. He just stood in front of her.
His figure cast a shadow over her head under the light.
A breeze blew past, and the weather was slightly cold.
As the wind blew, he spoke again. "What's going on?"
"I'm heartbroken, okay?" Lin Wenyu wiped her tears carelessly.
Had she fallen out of love?
Yuan Haoyang laughed quietly again until his shoulders shook.
