He immediately realized there was more to the situation than met the eye. He said very politely, "I'm very sorry, Miss Xu. Please don't be angry. I have no ill intentions or any ulterior motives. I'll leave right away. However, could I trouble you to pass a message to Yan Xixi? Tell her my name is Li Zhen. If she still remembers this name, then she was my university classmate..."
He then spotted a pen and paper on the counter next to Xu Xiaoya, immediately picked them up, and wrote down a phone number and a WeChat ID. "Miss Xu, could you please give this to Yan Xixi?"
"We'll talk when she returns."
The downpour lasted the entire day and night.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city as if to crush it, but to Yan Xixi, this was the quintessential feeling of summer.
White sheets, white pillowcases, and slow, flowing music. The room was very quiet; from the window, the silhouette of the city's dense skyline was visible.
