[Host, are you okay?]
'…Mn.'
Ever since getting off the Ferris wheel, Yu Qingyu didn't say a word. He tried to put on a casual smile, but there was a lump blocking his throat. He was afraid that if he were to open up his mouth, he wouldn't be able to hold back his emotions…
Wang Qiujing, noticing that something was wrong, wanted to talk to him, but Yu Qingyu just shook his head. He wasn't ready to talk about it. What he needed right now was some time alone, to think things through.
The van picked them up shortly later. As they got in, Yu Qingyu took a seat in the front row, avoiding Liu Wei. Through the whole ride, he felt a faint tingling in his nape, as if the man has been staring at him, but he couldn't bring himself to look up and check. And even if he was indeed looking… That surely didn't mean anything. He shouldn't allow himself to get his hopes up from something so insignificant.
