The late autumn night wind was cold, almost bone-chilling, yet Jing Haohao was impervious to this chill, walking aimlessly along the road, without purpose or direction.
Her long hair was a mess from the wind, covering her face.
She didn't know where she should go, her mind was empty, void of any thoughts. It was filled with Qian Hua's confession to Liang Chen, imagining what he would say in response, and if they would end up together.
In short, her brain was stuffed with a jumble of thoughts, leaving her no energy to contemplate anything else.
Jing Haohao had been wandering the streets for quite some time when her phone rang, and she stopped.
She pulled out her phone—it was Liang Chen.
She stared at the screen, lost in thought for a moment, not answering.
When the ringing stopped, he called again within a minute.
Only then did she answer the phone.
From the other end, Liang Chen's voice sounded somewhat anxious: "Haohao, where are you?"
