She Wasn't Hurt, She Was Missed

At the night market at the end of Zhengyang Street, Lin Yi carried the bag of money as he brought the two women around.

Ji Qingyan and He Yuanyuan had a special fondness for food.

Along the way, neither of them stopped talking for even a moment.

"Senior Sister, I feel that the night market here is much bigger than the one in Yanjing." He Yuanyuan said.

"The night market at the east gate of our school has so few things. It can't even compare to this."

"That's why we've visited this place a few times," Ji Qingyan said with a smile.

"I know I'm a third wheel, but can you guys stop flaunting your affection?" He Yuanyuan said.

"I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for the fact that someone was treating me."

"If you hadn't come, you wouldn't have been able to eat such delicious food."