Liu Ming, who had been eating noodles, looked up in shock, sizing up Hao Yunyang before giving him a thumbs up: “Exceptional!”
“Small business, small business,” the boss in the square hat added more meat strips, his eyes showing clear disdain – probably having never encountered someone like Hao Yunyang before.
I’ll translate the text into English, following the specified requirements:
“I’m full, you go ahead and eat.” Hao Yunyang did not answer Liu Ming’s question. The full bowl of ramen, barely touched, was left uneaten as he stood up and walked towards the shop’s door. Standing at the entrance, he hesitated for a while before pulling out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and handing it to the boss’s wife: “For the person inside.”
“Alas, poor child.” Looking at Hao Yunyang’s back, Liu Ming seemed to sigh, yet also seemed to be laughing. Although Hao Yunyang said nothing, from his reaction, Liu Ming could completely confirm Hao Yunyang’s experience. The similar circumstances aroused a bit of sympathy in Liu Ming for this outsider, though he had no intention of persuading or comforting him.
After all, they didn’t have much of a relationship. Facing reality, accept fate, or struggle?
Chapter Twelve: Twenty-Three Thousand
Hao Yunyang’s mind was somewhat muddled, his head filled with dirty images as he left the noodle shop.
To be honest, when he moved out of the rental house, he had already bid farewell to his past three months. But speaking frankly, he was still a normal person. Although he might be open-minded and carefree, how could he have absolutely no feelings for a woman he had lived with for three months? Who would believe that?
Liu Ming’s words were like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly striking his heart that could be neither strong nor fragile, making him completely lose control.
Resign? Or pretend not to know and swallow his grievances?
Hao Yunyang stood under the streetlight where he had previously made a phone call, his eyes flickering with a hint of confusion, standing still for several minutes.
“Do you still love her?” A few minutes later, Liu Ming’s calm inquiry came from beside him, as if they were two completely unrelated strangers, very flat.
“Love?” Hao Yunyang trembled all over, laughing self-deprecatingly: “Hardly.”
