Chen Yiran stood on the spot, just watching her quietly, not speaking, nor answering her questions.
The evening breeze was getting increasingly chilly, the gusts of wind causing a chill to creep into Tianxin's heart. The tear tracks on her face had been dried by the wind. She reached up to touch her face and it was cold to the touch.
"I get it, I understand what you mean the most!!" Tianxin looked up, her eyes already free of tears, "My phone was confiscated by the teacher anyway. This gives you the perfect excuse not to contact me anymore. You must be pretty bothered receiving my messages, huh?? You obviously don't want to reply but still have to. Yet, after a couple of sentences, you start urging me to do my homework."
