United States, Boston.
Afternoon.
Shi Wangyue just finished his first class when he received a WeChat message:
[Ze Wu: Let's have dinner tonight.]
[0: Not going.]
On the bustling streets of Cambridge.
In a particularly flashy sports car, the handsome young man, full of anticipation, was met with such a cold two-word reply.
Instantly, it felt like a bucket of icy water had been poured over him.
But thinking about how he had started freeing up time half a month ago, so he could have dinner with the boy tonight, and spent so much effort and time today to drive over and see him in person.
No way he wouldn't send another WeChat message to continue trying.
Just as he was about to reply, he noticed the message disappeared from his screen, replaced by a notification: [The other party has recalled a message.]
The young man let out a gentle sigh of relief, as expected...
[0: How many people?]
