He Jichen furrowed his brows, annoyed at the cashier's numerous questions. A hint of irritation flashed across his cold eyes then he put the money on the table. He remained silent as he put out the cigarette between his fingers, straightened up, and walked out the door.
As he brushed past the cashier, He Jichen heard her say, "You were just staring at your phone. Did you want to call her?"
He Jichen pretended like she didn't exist as he continued to leisurely walk away.
"Since you want to call her, why don't you just do it?"
He Jichen slowly stopped walking as though the cashier's question struck a nerve.
He didn't look back at her, but he could sense that she was looking back at him. "Why did your fingers look like they were about to punch in the number so many times, but you kept on pulling back? Why can't you just follow your heart?"
