An Xiaxia suddenly felt like crying.
Kang Jian didn't want to linger. With a wave of his hand, he left with his bag over one shoulder.
An Xiaxia turned around, resting her forehead on Sheng Yize's shoulder.
She trembled slightly and it wasn't long before her tears soaked Sheng Yize's shirt.
But she didn't call after Kang Jian, nor did Kang Jian once look back.
Sheng Yize patted her on the back, comforting her in silence.
All of a sudden, he began to envy the friendship between An Xiaxia and Kang Jian.
He remembered when he had first met them at the An cafe. The two goofy friends had been dancing around the bar counter, both unbridled and both smiling broadly.
Even when they parted now, they said their goodbyes with a smile, not letting the other see their tears.
"It was his own decision. We should understand him," said Sheng Yize in a low voice.
An Xiaxia choked with sobs. "I know… I know…"
