An Zhiyu wasn't at the basketball court, which was also normal.
Or perhaps, An Zhiyu had something on and simply didn't come? Otherwise, why wouldn't An Zhiyu, who had gotten her number on the last mountain climb, send even a text message?
Qian Sisi thought wishfully, clutching her jacket and walking back slowly.
Just as she had stepped out of the basketball court fence, a tall boy emerged from behind the not-so-distant uncle.
The boy was clenching his teeth, staring at Qian Sisi's retreating figure, his fist silently tightening beside his leg.
Being stood up by a girl was a first for him.
An Zhiyu's pride wouldn't allow him to come out after Qian Sisi had shown up four hours late.
Yet, for the first time in his life, he waited here anxiously and restlessly, wanting to leave countless times, but miraculously, he didn't.
