Although he had just taken a nap with Yang Qingyin, Luo Ziling still felt quite tired.
His body was tired, and his heart felt a bit weary, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Even when he had climbed Tianshan or was forced by his grandfather to practice martial arts, he hadn't felt this way.
He didn't feel tired even when he rushed to catch the train early in the morning, switched several high-speed trains continuously, and strived to chase after Yang Qingyin.
He had thought that catching up to Yang Qingyin and clarifying things would mean everything would be fine and they could be as they were before.
Unexpectedly, Yang Qingyin wouldn't let it go.
The emotions stirred by the contents of Yang Qingyin's luggage earlier were now overwhelmed by his exhaustion.
He suddenly lost interest, just wanting to rest for a while.
So, after hearing what Yang Qingyin had said just now, he left in annoyance to rest in the next room.