Yan Ziyan didn't speak; instead, he stared at the corridor in a daze for a while, then turned into the private room, walking toward the unconscious Zhan Nanjue.
Lu Tingchuan followed closely behind, "Why is it always the two of us cleaning up the mess, the tragic lives of singles!"
He paused here, bent down to lift Zhan Nanjue, and added, "However, I don't mind some physical strain; I'm afraid certain people will wake up tomorrow utterly shattered."
How can someone have such a rocky love journey? No matter whom he likes, it's always painful. He had unrequited love for Ou Yimo for a full eighteen years.
Now that he's finally moved on, he chose someone else to love, and just as he declared his determined feelings for Gong Shirao, the next day she was set to fly abroad.
Is she avoiding him? Or avoiding him? Or still avoiding him?
...
On the other side.
Qingxue was seated in the passenger seat when Beitang suddenly leaned over to help her fasten her seatbelt.
