"But I was young then too, sometimes when I felt annoyed, I just didn't want to bring him along."
Zhou Jingwei's lips curled into a slight smile, pulling at the gentle arc at the corners of his eyes, "Yeah, that could really be annoying."
"Looking back now, I do think I was a bit mean to him. He didn't have many friends when he was little, I should have spent more time playing with him." Cheng Weiyue reflected earnestly.
Zhou Jingwei didn't say anything, the elevator stopped, and the two walked to the door of the room.
Cheng Weiyue was looking down to input the password, and as soon as the door was twisted open, she was practically pushed into the entryway against the wall by Zhou Jingwei.
She had an injury on her hand, and his movements were restrained, but one could see the indescribable emotions at the bottom of his eyes.
Cheng Weiyue took a low breath and said, "What... what's wrong with you?"
