Chu Junming looked at Bai Qingling's angry eyes and glanced up at the sky.
No sun.
Dark clouds slowly approached from the horizon; the weather forecast said it would rain this afternoon.
He let go of her hand, his voice very calm, "Since you've decided, then so be it."
Bai Qingling felt a tightness in her chest, her expression changed several times.
Originally, she was the one who wanted to leave.
But in the end, she watched Chu Junming walk to the roadside and get into a taxi.
"Qinghuan, have you seen enough, is there anything else you want to eat?"
Feng Yize's voice pulled Qinghuan's gaze back, a bright smile appeared on her face, "There's already too much to eat."
"No problem, we can eat slowly."
Seeing her smile, Feng Yize's lips followed suit, curving upward.
Pretending not to know she had been looking out the window earlier, pretending he hadn't looked out too...
