On the way back, Song Yao slept for two whole days, but she did not see the young man selling instant noodles. She sat on the hard bed, her mind filled with the words Zuo Huo had told her.
Would she ever have a chance to see him again?
For some reason, Song Yao kept thinking about him, but it was only the kind of longing between friends.
She hoped that Zuo Huo would be better off. She hoped that he would find a good wife who was really worthy of him. Only then could she heave a sigh of relief.
"Madam, do you want a bowl of instant noodles? It's 50 cents a bowl. I still have ham sausage and soda…"
The familiar young man's voice sounded in her ears again. Song Yao looked up and saw the young man standing in front of her again.
"Sister, I see you again!"