"No... no need, I'll be fine once I get inside." Xia Xiaonuan said, giving Liang Shaochen an awkward smile: "Thank you for today."
If she hadn't run into Liang Shaochen at the racetrack, she wouldn't have known how embarrassing she might have looked.
"You're welcome." Liang Shaochen's smile was always so gentle, like a clear spring flowing silently into her heart.
Warm... close... yet unreachable...
Xia Xiaonuan's eyes suddenly turned red: "Goodbye..."
After speaking, she turned and walked inside.
The faster she walked, the more quickly tears began to fall from her face.
They fell to the ground and disappeared without a trace in the recently passed bout of rain.
Liang Shaochen held the steering wheel.
His eyes fell on the girl's departing silhouette.
Suddenly, his left hand fell to his chest.
There, inexplicably, was a sharp pain.
The pain, without warning, swept through his limbs.
Why... why does my heart hurt so much?
Why... does Qiqi's face appear in my mind?
