"Nothing," Haoran said.
The doctor shook his head…
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"Take me to Sakura Moon," Zixuan instructed the taxi driver. His voice was calm, but his hand tightened around his phone.
"Why does it feel like I'm having an affair?" he thought.
Unlocking his phone, he opened his chat with Anran. I'm on my way, he typed.
He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stared out the window as the car moved.
The car finally pulled up to Sakura Moon. The place wasn't looking crowded from the outside. He got down from the taxi, paying the driver with the money Haoran had given him.
He was broke—to the extent that he didn't even have money for transport, not to mention coming to a restaurant.
He pushed open the restaurant door. He didn't need to go far inside before he spotted a waving hand.
It was Anran. He was wearing a cap, looking suspicious.
Zixuan walked toward where Anran was seated and pulled the chair opposite him before sitting down.
"Anran."
"Zixuan."
