After leaving the residential area where Su Qian'er lived, Yang Xiao wandered alone on the bustling streets.
He was like a ghost that did not fit in with his surroundings, or like a zombie that had lost its soul.
No direction, at a complete loss.
He did not know what he should do, nor did he know where he should go.
The midday sun shone down on the earth, casting its warmth on everyone.
But under these circumstances, Yang Xiao uncontrollably tightened his coat, giving the impression that he felt somewhat cold.
He had been able to confront Su Qian'er with unlimited nonchalance.
But now, when he was alone, pain and sorrow enveloped him more tightly than ever.
Unshakable, unshakable.
So much so that he did not even notice his phone ringing incessantly.
He just simply moved forward, walked on, seemingly aimless.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, an exclamation rang out by Yang Xiao's ear.
