Wen Yuhang, sitting in the car, quietly watched Yang Shuting's lonely figure, shuttled through the crowd and walked across the sidewalk until he disappeared into the crowd and could not see her. His heart felt empty, as if something was missing.

"I really don't know what he wants?" Yang Shuting reluctantly told Huang Xin everything that happened this afternoon. She buried her face deeply in her palms, and then lifted it up, looking tired.

Huang Xin frowned slightly and thought she had gone where. It turned out that she saw Wen Yuhang. She stretched out her hand and patted her shoulder gently. Even she didn't know what Wen Yuhang wanted...