His Worries
編輯: Atlas Studios
Xiao Yi did not know how he left. As he sat in the car, he felt like all of his blood had frozen into ice. A coldness passed through his chest, as if his entire body had lost all of its temperature.
The sun was shining brightly, but all he felt was coldness, a freezing, mind-numbing coldness.
As he leaned back on the driver seat, he lit up a cigarette. The fire continued to flicker in between his fingers, the smoke covering his tense features and his deep eyes, before they faded away slowly.
It was as if a century had passed before he put out the cigarette that he had not smoked at all.
He turned on the engine, driving around the city aimlessly.
Qin Peipei called him, but he acted like he did not hear it.
He drove around until night time, when he suddenly saw Yi Fan at one of the roads.
Xiao Yi stopped the car by the road, pushing the door open before he walked towards Yi Fan with large strides.