After hanging up the phone, Sui Yi turned his head and saw Yhan Qingwu at his side, pursing her lower lip. Her eyes slightly red but ultimately no tears fell, just a tender and clear glance back.
In the end, there were no words.
Sui Yi also didn't speak until they reached the school gate, deserted except for the two of them.
"We met again, desk mate," Yhan Qingwu's voice was just as gentle as it was several months ago, yet brought to Sui Yi's mind the faintly pale and gentle side of her face from the day she left.
Outside the window, the desolate wind howled; meeting an old friend again was like beholding a changed sea.
But that didn't necessarily mean there was no chance of redemption.
"Mm," Sui Yi slowly nodded, releasing Yhan Qingwu's hand, afraid to pat her head.
"You don't need to concern yourself with this matter, just watch," he said.
That protective stance, that calm and gentle poise...
If her mother were here, she couldn't have managed it.
