Qin Zixiao's voice was hoarse and laden with sorrow, so different from his former spirited self.
An Xiaoyu felt a tightness in her chest.
Ever since that day, when Qin Zixiao rushed to her place and confessed his feelings, they had neither seen each other nor been in contact.
Now, she and Qin Zixiao had gradually grown apart.
On her side, An Xiaoyu had been hesitating to agree, and Qin Zixiao seemed to have realized something as he let out a wry laugh.
"Xiaoyu, if you are unwilling... then, I won't force it!"
His desolate voice was also filled with exhaustion, making An Xiaoyu feel a pang of emotion.
In those youthful years, Qin Zixiao... had brought her so much warmth, hope for life and the future, and the courage to face life bravely.
But now, Qin Zixiao... had become this despondent.
Perhaps, there were some things they should discuss in person.
"Okay, I agree."
"Alright, after work, come to the square opposite the school, I'll be there waiting for you!"
