Fu City had suddenly turned cold.
When Qin Manjiang woke, he saw thick fog outside the window.
It was getting a little cold. He leaned by the window with a jacket draped over his shoulders. He could hear movement in the living room outside; Mi Qiao was up too.
After opening the door and quickly washing up, Qin Manjiang told her, "I'm going to Sleeping Mountain. Don't make any food for me."
Mi Qiao nodded in acknowledgment. Since last night, she had suddenly grown quiet. Although nothing much had happened last night as far as Qin Manjiang was concerned, and he had even thoughtfully given her a way to save face, she no longer looked at him. She had also tied up the little yellow dog.
Qin Manjiang felt a little sorry. Such a good dog, but it wasn't free even at home.
Leaving his temporary home, Qin Manjiang pulled his jacket tight and hurried through the thick fog with his head lowered.
How had the temperature dropped so fast overnight?
Suddenly, his phone vibrated a few times.
He opened it and saw a text message.
-Heard you dropped out. Let's meet.
Qin Manjiang looked at the exceedingly brief message on his phone screen, then glanced at the sender. Although he hadn't saved a name, he remembered the number.
"Phew..."
The white breath he exhaled quickly mingled with the fog. After a moment's thought, he swiftly typed a reply.
-Busy.
Although he looked like a villain, he wasn't actually difficult to get along with. But when it came to this person, Qin Manjiang simply didn't want much contact.
An "old flame"? A "first love"?
Their relationship had never reached that point. Or rather, she had merely stopped him to confess her feelings, then gathered a group to beat him up