After Li Xiaoqiang dropped off Zhao Xiaoyan at her apartment, he headed toward the school without looking back. Since the school wasn't particularly close, he didn't plan to say hello to San Yao. He could just make a phone call when he got to his dormitory later.
Li Xiaoqiang smoked continuously along the way, consuming more than half of a pack of cigarettes.
Zhao Xiaoyan watched as Li Xiaoqiang departed, leaning against the wall, then gradually slid down, tears streaming down her face.
Her tears flowed uncontrollably as she whispered in a low voice, "What exactly is love? Does it all end up in heartbreak? Haha, Zhao Xiaoyan, oh Zhao Xiaoyan, why is the love that comes so easily to others so hard for you? Are you doomed to marry just for the sake of getting married? Can't you have happiness of your own?"
Muttering to herself, Zhao Xiaoyan thought about all her experiences, the people and events she had encountered, and the more she thought, the more painful her heart felt.
