Nineteen pursed her lips, "What, are you afraid he'll never pay attention to you again?"
"Azhan just now seemed really sad," Shanshan said, feeling downhearted.
"It's not that he seemed to be, he truly was heartbroken," Seventeen added cuttingly.
Shanshan's face fell, "What should we do then?"
"Let him be alone for a while, you shouldn't go to find him for now," Nineteen advised.
"But..." Shanshan was still somewhat worried, thinking about Bai Feizhan's expression when he left just now.
"Don't worry, Azhan won't give up hope," Nineteen said, knowing her concerns, and tried to comfort her.
Shanshan nodded.
As the night lights lit up, the illumination from the street lamps gathered to brighten the whole of Beijing.
It was Jian Qing's birthday, which should have been a joyous occasion, but for some reason, it was tinged with a subtle awkwardness.
Outside the Courtyard, all was silent.
