Eleven o'clock.
Zhou Xufang's train was about to arrive, and Jiang Zhi pocketed the miniature camera and left.
Behind him, someone called out to him: "Jiang Zhi."
He turned around, glanced, and ignored it.
Luo Qinghe stood behind him, murmuring to herself as she suddenly laughed: "I thought you would at least find me amusing."
But he didn't even give her a glance.
"Don't take yourself too seriously."
After saying that, Jiang Zhi left the hospital building.
Luo Qinghe stood in place, her gaze empty.
"What's wrong," a hand reached out from behind, resting on her shoulder, "still thinking about him?"
Luo Qinghe's thoughts were still scattered, and she subconsciously shrugged off the hand: "Don't touch me."
You don't want to be touched, huh.
Xu Pozhi laughed: "Who are you keeping yourself pure for?" He squeezed her shoulder and twisted her body around, facing face to face, "Jiang Zhi?"
Still harboring foolish fantasies.
