"Come on, I think he's better than Wang Shuai... looks more handsome..."
Xia Xiaonuan glanced at a few girls, probably about college freshman age.
The girls had hearts in their eyes, walking away, still glancing back at him repeatedly.
But Liang Shaochen seemed not to hear any of it, only staring intently at Xia Xiaonuan's face.
"Xiaonuan, your face looks so weary, are you okay?" Liang Shaochen asked, staring deeply at her with a pained heart.
Earlier, when he heard her choked voice on the phone, he felt a weak throbbing in his heart.
So, he was eager to see her.
"I... I'm fine." Xia Xiaonuan shook her head.
"Xiaonuan, what's going on? Xia Xinmei she..."
"Don't ask." Xia Xiaonuan turned away, looking into the distance, where a colorful kite was flying in the sky.
Liang Shaochen clenched his fist, looking at her back, feeling a tightness in his chest.
"Qiqi... I'm sorry..." Liang Shaochen suddenly said.
Xia Xiaonuan was mildly startled.
