Cheng Yao paused and said, "You heartless punk. It's just a bowl of soup, you can't bear to part with it?"
Zhou Yao said no more and made another bowl.
Cheng Yao walked out of his dorm with a gloomy expression. Out of habit, he wanted to touch the necklace on his chest, but he couldn't feel anything.
He laughed self-deprecatingly. It had been so many years. What was he hoping for?
She might even have children already.
...
He had just taken two steps when he saw Xiao Ying pacing outside.
Cheng Yao stopped in his tracks and Xiao Ying happened to look over.
It was impossible to hide now. She could only greet him.
After Cheng Yao left yesterday, she had felt worried. Initially, she thought that after she left, Zhou Yao would slowly let go.
Now it seemed that it was definitely not the case. Otherwise, Cheng Yao would not have come to look for her.
