The two lovers could only keep their relationship a secret; it was out of necessity. The next day, they reluctantly parted ways.
Even though the reluctance was strong, they couldn't be willful. Mu Qing watched as Lin Yinghui boarded the tram and only then turned away, wiping her tears.
Lin Yinghui felt an ache in his heart, and all the way, he looked despondent. He didn't even know how he ended up at the train station. If not for his decent self-control, worried about others laughing at him, he might have cried right there. He knew his Qingqing must be feeling terrible too. He wondered if she was hiding somewhere to cry.
Lost in thought for a while, he looked down at his ticket, ready to find his train. As he turned around, he bumped into a solid figure.
"Sorry, sorry." Lin Yinghui didn't even look up, quickly apologizing.
"How are you walking? Not watching where you're going?"
