At that moment, Shang Yu lowered his eyes to look at his phone, with the umbrella above casting a dark shadow on his cheek, making the faint dark circles under his eyelids gradually more apparent.
Li Qiao blinked, wanting to say something but then hesitated.
One could tell from his expression that he hadn't rested well the night before.
It was probably the incident at the dormitory that still troubled him.
This man, pride and sensitivity coexisted deep within his heart.
There are some things better left unspoken; there's no need to delve too deeply.
Contemplating, Li Qiao eventually decided to ask nothing, put down her cup, and turned her eyes away to the distance.
Before long, Luoyu's figure appeared in her sight.
She stood alone near the mid-mountain lawn, holding a cigarette between her fingers, continuously puffing smoke into the air.
Luoyu smoked quickly, lighting another as soon as one ended, seemingly agitated.
Even her sharply contoured face grew more tense.