On the way back, Wen Yanqing noticed that his companion's mood was noticeably worse than before.
"Something on your mind?" he asked.
Lin Gantang leaned on the passenger seat, her gaze vacant as she looked straight ahead, "From today onwards, I have one less friend."
Wen Yanqing drove steadily, "One less isn't too few, one more isn't too many. Don't be upset. She must not be that important; otherwise, you wouldn't have let her go."
Lin Gantang responded indifferently.
She knew Wen Yanqing was exceptional, and she also knew that remarkable people always had their admirers.
Bei Bei used to frolic happily with her, excitedly recommending a novel in the middle of the night and then strolling hand in hand with her through malls and streets.
But the younger sister had fallen for her husband.
Lin Gantang knew they could no longer be friends, even if Bei Bei could give up on Wen Yanqing, she could not interact with her without reservations.
