"Ah, you're breaking my heart, Young Master Zhou. Am I really just that kind of person in your eyes?" Si Cong lightly pounded his chest, looking distressed.
He had thought that his words might elicit some sympathy from Zhou Chao, but instead, he saw Zhou Chao and Lin Wu both giving him a look that said, "That's just who you are," and nodding in agreement.
This scene made Si Cong, who was already feeling a bit sad, feel like two knives were stabbing into his heart. He felt utterly emo!
The three of them wandered aimlessly for half an hour, each holding a cup of sour milk. They sat on a bench to rest, but the excitement they had felt earlier was dampened by the cold wind blowing from the northwest.
"Young Master Zhou, should we go back to the hotel and rest? It's really cold today," Si Cong tightened his coat and suggested.
