The meal was destined to be an unpleasant one. After it came to a hasty end, Qin Haize walked He Ziluo to the entrance of her alley.
With her eyes downcast, He Ziluo said to him, "Thanks for taking me out. I'm heading in."
Qin Haize looked at her and said, "Luoluo, I have to return to my unit tomorrow."
He Ziluo just hummed in response.
An awkward silence fell between them.
Their friendship had started with a fight in preschool when they were just a few years old. They had attended the same schools ever since—from elementary and middle school all the way through high school graduation. For over a decade, they'd been the kind of friends who could talk about anything.
But after five years apart, it suddenly felt like a great chasm had opened up between them.
The thought pained Qin Haize.
"Luoluo—"
He Ziluo turned away. "You should head back. I'm going now."
