When he looked toward that place again, there was no one there. Hesitating slightly with his hand on the steering wheel, Xiao Lin got out of the car.
He wouldn't doubt his own eyes; right where he had just dashed out were two footprints that didn't belong to him. Without hesitation, Xiao Lin jumped down again.
The meeting didn't bring joy; the aura emanating from Xiao Lin made Xia Xue unable to approach him. Her extended hand withdrew just before reaching him. She didn't know what had happened — a pleasant shopping trip interrupted by Zimu and his brother, and her attempt to find some inspiration thwarted. Returning to the farm, she saw the person she missed, only to be met with indifference, a grievance that suddenly surged to her forehead. Biting her lips, Xia Xue quietly exited the room.
Xiao Lin wasn't unaware of Xia Xue's approach, but he felt he needed to sort himself out rather than seek comfort.
