Mango Juice, Little Troublemaker, Final Destination (9)

Gu Yusheng did not ask Lu Bancheng what he wanted. Instead, he stood up slowly, took his coat, and left.

If he had not harbored so much hope, he might not have been so disappointed right now.

Thinking about it, tonight was probably the worst he'd felt since the time he had met her again at South University.

Gu Yusheng drove around Beijing City Lake a few times before heading toward the water fountain he liked to visit.

The night wind whistled. It was the coldest time of the winter, and he was only wearing a thin sweater, but he didn't feel cold.

He tossed coin after coin into the fountain, making one wish after another until he became tired. Squatting by the fountain, he lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers without taking a drag.

The cigarette smoke made his eyes ache.

What should I do? I still feel she is the little troublemaker I'm looking for.