The atmosphere quieted down.
Jiang Chen picked up his coffee, planning to take a sip, but found it had already grown cold.
After all, it was the chilly autumn season, and today was a rainy day.
"I have some errands to run, so I'll be leaving now."
Jiang Chen stood up.
Just as they were about to brush past each other, Wei Chuyin couldn't help but shout, "Wait a moment!"
Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks.
Wei Chuyin's eyes struggled, she clenched her fists, and looking up, she said, "Don't you care about Ai Qian at all? Do you know she..."
For some reason, she suddenly stopped.
"She's a very outstanding girl, I believe she must be doing well."
Jiang Chen spoke softly.
"You're good friends, take care of her."
With that, he didn't stay any longer, stepped forward, and quickly pushed open the door and left the café.
Wei Chuyin sat on the sofa, her eyes lifeless, as though her soul had departed.