"Still thinking about her?"
Chen Yun sat down and directly cut to the chase.
As soon as he said this,
it caught the young man, who had been about to say something, off guard, pausing for a moment.
Many memories flashed through his mind instantly.
But in the end, they turned into a wry smile.
"Do you really tell fortunes?"
The young man looked at Chen Yun with a slight sense of surprise.
He had thought Chen Yun was just putting on a show, and that all the people around were shills.
So he didn't really pay attention to Chen Yun's fortune-telling and left to have a meal after idly playing a few tunes.
Now that Chen Yun had started with such a statement upon sitting down, the young man's eyes couldn't help but grow dimmer.
He was indeed thinking about her.
Every moment of every day.
Sadly, it was only thinking; he could never go to see her again.
That her had gone forever.
Vaguely, the young man recalled how his girlfriend had stuck by him through the tough times.