Piao Xiuzhen and Song Zhuxi walked away arm in arm.
Zhao Junhe watched their receding figures disappear into the distance.
He let out a long sigh, lowered his head, and walked back.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from a side corridor. It was none other than Taixiu.
Taixiu stepped forward and patted Zhao Junhe on the shoulder. 'I told you to give up ages ago. Yet you're still being so bold. To be honest, I really admire you! I could never be this brave.'
As he spoke, no one knew what he had thought of, but he too let out a long sigh and lowered his head, looking as wilted as an eggplant struck by frost.
Zhao Junhe was utterly baffled:
"What's wrong with you? Did you get dumped?"
"Neither of us has ever been in a relationship. How could I have been dumped?"
'Then what happened to you?'
'You wouldn't understand even if I told you, so forget it.'
Taixiu had no intention of telling anyone about being abused at home.
'How would you know I wouldn't understand if you don't tell me?'
'Sigh, I'm not telling you. Stop asking.'
Taixiu decisively changed the subject. 'By the way, you bumped into Song Zhuxi earlier. How did it feel?'
'...'
Zhao Junhe's face darkened. 'What kind of ridiculous question is that?'
'Hehe, we're best buddies. Share your feelings with me.'
'It's hard to say.'
Zhao Junhe drooped. 'She has a boyfriend, and she doesn't even have me in her eyes. I'm planning to give up.'
The difficulty of pursuing her was clearly harder than ascending to heaven.
After the courage he had mustered earlier drained away, Zhao Junhe began to feel a little timid.
Taixiu burst out laughing and slapped Zhao Junhe hard on the shoulder, making him stagger. Zhao Junhe