What will be, will be. There's no escaping it anyway. 'I might as well just go in!' Shen Yibin bit the bullet, pushed open the shop door, and walked inside. He silently raised his head to look at the second-floor terrace, bracing himself for the coming storm. But after standing there for several minutes, forget a storm—not a single person even greeted him. Shen Yibin was being spectacularly ignored.
"Bai, I think your new hairstyle is so dashing! It's a perfect match for your vibe. Mine, on the other hand... it makes me look like I haven't even graduated. I feel so childish with this hairstyle." That sounded like Li Shiqing. Though her words were a complaint, her tone held no trace of actual unhappiness.
"You should be happy with it! If I could get a new hairstyle and look two or three years younger, I'd be so thrilled I could die laughing," Xia Shixuan scoffed from the side. It was a rare occasion for her to be back from the bar so early.
