Exiting the game to grab a bite to eat, Fang Yu realized his phone had been bombarded with life-or-death emergency calls.
How could he even start to explain that...
But then, Fang Yu noticed that Sister Jin's expression was numb, like a walking corpse, completely lacking her usual vitality.
He had never seen Sister Jin in such a disheartened state and was at a loss for what to do.
The next moment, Qi Xiaojin suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt, her head bowed, her hair covering her face, her expression indiscernible, only a hoarse voice could be heard.
"...sit with me for a bit."
Fang Yu fell silent and nodded slightly.
Sitting with her on the bench, the corridor fell into quietude, with only the ticking clock on the opposite wall breaking the silence.
Suddenly, Fang Yu felt a slight weight on his shoulder, something rested against it, slightly dampening his clothes.
A shiver ran through Fang Yu.
Was she... crying?
"In the past... we used to sit together like this..."
