As Chen Yao's voice fell, the whole room fell silent.

I licked my slightly dry lips.

Just as I was about to speak, Pei Yan, who was beside me, put down his chopsticks and interrupted what I wanted to say.

He looked at Chen Yao with a gentle tone, "You just returned to the country, and the jet lag hasn't reversed yet. Let me take you back first."

Until Pei Yan walked out of the private room while holding Chen Yao's arm, he didn't look back at me.

I sat there, watching his departing figure, and suddenly remembered the reunion two years ago.

At that time, I had just finished an interview.

The result of being rejected was within my expectations.

But I couldn't help myself and squatted on the roadside, crying without any composure.

My vision became blurred because of tears.

I vaguely saw a pair of pure white canvas shoes stopping in front of me.

"Stop crying."

A cold male voice reached my ears, slowly merging with the voice from that year.

I raised my head abruptly.

Under the sunlight, a hand with distinct knuckles extended a tissue, emitting the fragrance of jasmine.

A breeze blew by, lifting the white hem of his clothes.

The surrounding traffic seemed to be accelerated at this moment, and I could only hear his voice.

"Your boyfriend is heartless, leaving you here to cry alone."

He curved his lips, his bright eyes staring straight at me, with a touch of unruliness.

"If I were your boyfriend, I wouldn't bear to see you cry."