Si Jianan did not answer immediately, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat somber.
Seeing him like this, Song Qinghuan quickly spoke, "Well, I was just asking casually. If you don't want to tell, then don't. It's getting late, I need to find Zhan Jie."
She started to get up to leave, but before she could move, Si Jianan called out, "Wait!"
Song Qinghuan turned back to look at him.
She saw Si Jianan looking at her with a bitter smile, then he asked somewhat helplessly, "Do you know why I suddenly left City A all those years ago?"
Song Qinghuan shook her head: "I don't know, but I can tell that you probably don't want to say."
Si Jianan patted the couch, indicating Song Qinghuan to sit down, "Back then, my family was so poor. I had to collect trash every day to afford school, and my grandmother was seriously ill. Under such circumstances, you probably thought I dropped out of school."
