Ai Zhiyi waited for Chu Weixu in the living room.
We don't know how long he had been there.
After standing by the window for a long time, he felt tired, so he moved to the sofa. He sat there with a sullen face and hadn't eaten yet, so it was either hunger or worry that made him look so uninspired. No one could tell.
In silence, Ai Zhiyi stared blankly at the TV that was on. He thought, that the sound of the TV would be able to hinder his incessant thoughts. But it didn't help, in fact, the tension he felt made him start to get impatient.
Apart from Chu Shenshu constantly disturbing him, what Wang Shu said to him this afternoon had burdened him.
Since Wang Shu left the tea house and up to this moment, Ai Zhiyi was still thinking about Wang Shu's statement and making him lose his appetite.
Nonetheless, Ai Zhiyi didn't even care about himself. Even if he already looked thin and small, his mind didn't allow him to think about himself.
