At first, she thought that he was only staying that way for a short while and would leave soon. However, it turned out that she was wrong. That man remained downstairs, enduring the loneliness of the night and the cold and rain after midnight. He did not leave for the whole night.
It was not until the next morning, when the sun was shining from a tall building not far away, that he reluctantly turned around and left.
At that time, the sight of his back... An Qi frowned. In front of her, the television was playing a funny variety show. It was lively and joyful, but she could not bear to watch it at all, the image of the person who was waiting downstairs in a daze kept flashing in her mind, as well as the sorrowful back view of the person when he finally left.
Biting her lip, An Qi seemed to have made up her mind. She stood up, grabbed the keys on the table that she had never thrown away, and rushed out.
