But she has never been able to get what she wanted.
From the beginning to the end what she got...
was only denial.
"Wuu... wuu wuu... wuu wuu..."
"Click..."
Just as Bai Yi was crying on this unknown small path, a door on the adjacent path suddenly opened.
Bai Yi hurriedly lifted her head, through the double concealment of tears and sunglasses, she could only vaguely see a figure holding a trash bag, dressed in bartender attire.
The other party also seemed slightly stunned, not expecting there to be someone crying here.
Then, a familiar voice came,
"Lady, this place is for throwing away trash, you can't sit here."
"..."
No, when I'm here heartbroken, are you really asking me if I can sit here?
Bai Yi blankly lifted her head.
And as she adjusted her angle, she saw through a clear spot on her lens not covered by tears, the smiling young face.
Is it Yan Huan?!
This… This is the back door to the bar he works at!
