Sheng Qingxue's head was buzzing a bit; she didn't have time to think that much and hurriedly chased after Gong Beitang.
"Gong Beitang… Gong Beitang! Wait a second…!"
But he didn't stop walking.
She quickly bent down and picked up the blue bracelet by the trash can, then rushed after him in a fluster.
Chasing him, she asked, "Gong Beitang, tell me, why is this bracelet with you?"
Gong Beitang finally stopped. In that moment, his dark eyes seemed to be tempered with ice. He snatched the blue bracelet from her hand, as if he were smiling, but his voice was cold as frost. "This is yours? Weren't you the one who threw it away?"
Since you threw it away, what are you picking it up for!
Holding the bracelet, he was hit again by that feeling of being discarded over and over. He threw the blue bracelet again. This time, he flung it directly toward her side.
The bracelet brushed past her, fell to the floor, and lay there all alone, not moving at all.
