"I'm near Qingyue Park." Lu Yiyi did not refuse his offer to come; at this moment, she desperately needed a strong embrace and a guiding direction to tell her how to proceed.
"I'll be there soon, wait for me!"
Lu Yiyi hung up the phone, and in less than half an hour, Qiong Bai appeared in front of her, panting heavily. It was peak rush hour, and his car got stuck in traffic; he had run all the way over.
"Yiyi, what's wrong?" His voice was filled with obvious concern.
Earlier, he had seen his beloved from afar, her lonely and helpless figure in the sunset pained him greatly. What had happened to make her like this?
Lu Yiyi lifted her head, her face covered with tear stains.
Qiong Bai felt heartbroken. His Yiyi seemed fragile but was actually strong, rarely cried—what had reduced her to tears this time?
"Qiong Bai..." Lu Yiyi said with a sob as she threw herself into his arms.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"Lin Qingyi, Lin Qingyi can't paint anymore..."
