Yan Luoxi ended the call, took a deep breath, and the early spring evening was still cold. The crisp air filled her lungs, and her heart gradually grew cold. She turned to look at the man leaning against the wall, "Let's go back."
Li Yeqi was standing far away, but when he saw her cooling demeanor, he had a rough idea of her attitude. He straightened up, "I'll take you home."
"No need, I'll take a taxi back on my own," Yan Luoxi declined. As she brushed past him, her wrist was suddenly caught by his grip.
"Are you going to hide in your shell again? Xixi, what exactly are you afraid of?" He could feel that she was happy by his side, yet she insisted on pushing him away.
Yan Luoxi turned her head away, her eyes cast downward, "Thank you for everything you've done for me, I'll be going back first."
Li Yeqi was infuriated, her indifferent demeanor as if to say he was making a fuss over nothing. He reached out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Why?"
