John glared at Rong Ming.
"Why are you thinking about something else when I'm talking to you?"
"It could happen. Why are you getting angry over something like that?"
"Ah, nevermind, nevermind! Why did I think I could talk to you?"
He burst out of his seat, but Rong Ming unconsciously stretched out her hand and grabbed his wrist. John looked back and forth between his wrist and Rong Ming as he raised his brow.
"What are you doing?"
"…Don't go."
"…What's with you all of a sudden?"
"I'll listen closely this time. Say it one more time."
John's face turned red as if it would burst. He blinked his dazed eyes, almost as if he couldn't believe this was happening.
"If you won't tell me, I'll just leave."
"Just like you said, from now on, let's just smile at each other when we greet each other. But I guess there's not that much time left anyway…"