Leaving the bar, Li Xiaoyao drove aimlessly.
As he drove, he found himself by the riverbank.
Love and romance are the things most troubling to one's state of mind.
Zhang Meng's text message let Li Xiaoyao know that she definitely heard or learned something.
As for what it was, Li Xiaoyao was not interested.
Zhang Meng was an understanding girl. She didn't kick up a fuss like other girls, but quietly said such words to Li Xiaoyao.
However, her obedience made Li Xiaoyao feel somewhat heartbroken.
Li Xiaoyao exhaled a breath of turbid air, got out of the car, and walked to the riverbank, allowing the raging river wind to buffet his face and body.
In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, and Li Xiaoyao had been sitting here for an entire day.
Just as Li Xiaoyao was preparing to leave, he suddenly saw a person on the nearby riverbank, someone lying on the sand.
