Outside, Du Jiayi, having left, chased after the figure striding ahead, her movements exuding elegance. She pursued relentlessly, her eyes betraying her obstinate yearning for that which she could not obtain.
"Qin Xiu," Du Jiayi called out as she caught up and directly blocked his path.
Qin Xiu stopped in his tracks and looked indifferently at Du Jiayi, who had blocked his way, "Miss Du, what can I do for you?"
Seeing that Qin Xiu was still looking at her filled her heart with joy, but in the next instant, her face fell as she saw Qin Xiu bending over to take two disposable paper cups from the water dispenser.
Her eyes red with emotion, Du Jiayi fixated on the paper cups in Qin Xiu's hand.
She had chased after him for so long, done so many things for him, yet he had always treated her with cold indifference, just like a stone that neither warmth could thaw nor embrace could melt.
