Ning Zhiyuan expressed his skepticism, "Really?"
Xiao Liulang nodded, "Yeah."
"Then..." Ning Zhiyuan glanced toward the end of the alley, "Your sister-in-law didn't come to pick you up today, let me find a carriage to take you back."
"That's not necessary," Xiao Liulang declined his kind offer.
Xiao Liulang seemed easy to talk to in front of friends, but once he became stubborn, nobody could persuade him. Ning Zhiyuan had no choice but to let him be.
Xiao Liulang wandered aimlessly down the street, holding his cane. When he had left the clothing store, he had almost fled in a panic, never looking back to see her face...
But her voice was deeply etched in his mind, circling incessantly, impossible to dismiss.
The sky had started pouring rain at some point, and pedestrians hurried to find shelter, all but Xiao Liulang, who was completely oblivious, walking slowly in the heavy downpour.
