The cashier couldn't help but slow down her footsteps. After she listened for a while, she clearly heard him say in Chinese, "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi..."
He's crying someone's name?
They say the name you cry when you're drunk is the name of someone you deeply love. So, Xiao Yi is the woman he loves deeply?
Women were naturally curious when it came to love, so the cashier couldn't help but turn her head and glance over at the man sprawled across the table.
The light at the corner of the bar was dim and pale yellow. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could sense that he was deeply sad and hurt.
The cashier quickly walked away and entered the restroom.
When she returned, the first thing she did was glance over at the corner table. The man had already left. His table hadn't been cleared up yet as it was still filled with empty beer bottles.
