"Zaozao, aren't you leaving?"
Zhou Sicheng asked in a soft voice.
Yan Zao's train of thought was interrupted; she withdrew her gaze and inadvertently caught sight of the milk tea in Zu He's hand. Her expression changed slightly again. She pursed the corners of her mouth, "I suddenly remembered I have something to do, so I won't go running."
With that, she turned around and left quickly.
Her heart felt heavy.
Zu He watched Yan Zao's retreating back, asking with confusion, "Yan Zao, weren't you going to go running?"
Yan Zao felt a tightness in her chest and replied to Zu He irritably, "I'm not running anymore."
Then she quickened her pace.
Sensing her mood seemed off, Zu He withdrew his gaze, exchanged a glance with Zhou Sicheng, and shook his head in bewilderment, "Women really are fickle, their moods change so quickly."
Just a moment ago, she had been smiling with them, appearing to be in a good mood.
Then, her mood shifted so suddenly.
