Xu Zimei gave a sheepish smile; this was a topic he struggled to engage with.
"Zimo, I will miss you."
Han Yanrou looked at Xu Zimei, this time not avoiding his gaze like she usually did.
Even though her face was flushed and she nervously bit her lower lip, she still stubbornly stared at Xu Zimei unflinchingly.
As if trying to imprint his face deep into her heart.
Seeing that Xu Zimei did not reply for a long time, Han Yanrou turned and waved her hand.
"Alright, I'm going back to sleep now."
The weather was always unpredictable, and the rain that had stopped started to pour once again.
It was unclear whether it was the soundless fall of rain or the sound of rain muffling the soundless tears.
As she turned around, tears fell like a downpour.
"Don't wake me when you leave tomorrow, just go quietly.
I want to sleep in, sleep until the afternoon, and then have another sleep until the day after tomorrow morning.
I've been so tired these past few days."
