Jack Hugh stood under the shadows of the trees, not daring to glance toward the car to minimize his presence. At that moment, he felt like a stray dog with nowhere to hide, and his earlier spontaneous confession had been ignored.
Oh heavens, how can one feel so lonely?
Jack Hugh felt a bit disheartened; his thick-skinned nature was his forte, so he inexplicably took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Jane: [Are you hungry? Let's go out for some late-night snacks.]
Jane: [I'm dieting]
Jack Hugh: [Then we can eat vegetarian.]
Jane: [No, if you keep babbling, I'll delete you.]
The man under the tree sighed, pondering how everyone had their own troubles, all different in nature; seeing his thirties approaching, if he still didn't settle down, his mother at home might just chase him with a dung fork.
The man glanced at his watch, and after more than half an hour, the two people in the car finally calmed down.
