"So tell me, why hasn't Xu Tiancheng replied to my messages?" Qin Yiyi asked Tang Yuran with tearful eyes. "Do you think he missed his stop? Or did someone steal his phone on the way? Or did something happen to him??"
frowning, Gu Yu glanced at Qin Yiyi, fell silent for a long while, and finally took a deep breath before saying to Qin Yiyi, "Stop imagining things; he just doesn't want to deal with you."
Those words were like a sudden awakening for someone lost in a dream.
Qin Yiyi stared at Gu Yu for a long time before managing a forced smile and said, "Is that so... Has he been wanting to get rid of me for a while now??"
...
Gu Yu looked at her again, feeling slightly remorseful, and chose not to say anything more. He grabbed Qin Yiyi's arm with one hand and wrapped the other around Tang Yuran, dragging the two of them out of the restaurant.
At the end of January, the temperature in Nanjing showed no signs of rising, especially not at midnight.
