Okay, I’ll be honest with you. He’s fine, his pride won’t kill him, at most he’ll just look bad. He clearly misses you to death, yet he’s stubborn, and I’m afraid he might really give up, so I thought I’d bring you here to see if you can cure his stubborn ways.
“You…” she laughed, Xiao Yao finally showing a smile, but then – “Woo…”
“Wow, why are you crying again?”
“I… I’m just too happy.”
“Tsk! Crying when sad, crying when happy, women are really…”
Just like that, the car drove past the provincial road to the suburbs, winding and turning, arriving at a quiet mountain foot.
“We’re here.” Shao Zun pointed to the faintly lit house nearby.
Xiao Yao hurriedly wiped her eyes, craning her neck to look. “He… lives here?”
“Yes. He doesn’t want to deal with those reporters, so he found a quiet place to stay. Well, I’ll drop you off here – you go in yourself -” As soon as the words fell, the car door was already opened.
Xiao Yao got out, lifting her skirt and running all the way.
Almost there, he’s right in front of her… In the misty moonlight, Xiao Yao moved inside the house, following the light.
Arriving at a certain door, through the slightly ajar door crack, she saw him!
Xiao Yao tightly clenched her fists, her nasal cavity sour, choking out a broken call: “Shitou…”
Shitou, who had been drinking with Shao Zun earlier, heard her voice and wondered if he was too drunk? Turning around, his eyes swept to the figure at the door, his back straightening, his eyes instantly brightening.
“Yao! You… how did you come?”
“I shouldn’t lie, I shouldn’t have deceived you…” She answered irrelevantly, just shaking her head and mumbling.
“What did you lie to me about?”
“I told you to let go, I said I didn’t want to cry for you anymore, I said I didn’t want it anymore, but… what can I do? You let go, but my tears still can’t stop. Tell me, what should I do?”
She moved two steps closer, her glistening eyes tightly entangled with his.
“Yao…” his heartbreaking call echoed through the room.
