The next day, when Da Bao saw Yin Zhihao again, he remembered the follow-up to the Shao Yuxin situation.
"Zhihao, did Shao Yuxin keep calling to bother you later on?"
"How could she not?"
"So what did you say to her?" Da Bao was curious about how his friend handled it.
At that moment, Da Bao even felt a bit of sympathy with Yin Zhihao.
"I just said, 'I'm sorry, I can't help you.' Then, she hung up on me with a click!"
Perhaps it was Shao Yuxin's decisive attitude that left Yin Zhihao with no room for reconsideration. Having completely given up, he was no longer as infatuated as he had been that night when her name came up.
Da Bao envied his friend's sense of liberation, while he himself didn't know how long he would still have to struggle in the mire before he could truly move on.
"I've already told my uncle about our trip to the tea farm. He said we can go anytime, and stay as long as we'd like."
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