Chapter 4

He was surrounded by a group of his companions.

Claire was present as well.

Ryan was holding a lady's purse in one hand, with his other arm wrapped around Claire's waist.

They were strolling at the rear of the group.

Occasionally, Claire would turn her head to whisper something to him, and Ryan would always oblige, leaning down attentively to listen.

Not like with me.

Ryan had always been taller than me since our childhood, and he kept growing.

When I was with him, I had to hop up and down and crane my neck to speak to him.

It seems he's willing to stoop for someone he truly values.

I inhaled deeply.

Reminding myself to maintain some self-respect.

His actions are no longer my concern.

If I dwell on it too much, I'll have to smack myself.

But there appeared to be only one route to the departure area.

I could only trail far behind them.

At last, we came to a split in the path.

Ryan seemed to be growing distracted.

He made several unsuccessful phone calls, then fiddled with his device for a bit.

Eventually, he borrowed a friend's phone and walked to a nearby bathroom, looking troubled.

Shortly after, my phone suddenly chimed. It was an unfamiliar number.

"Mia, you're really upset this time, aren't you? You won't reach out unless I contact you first?

"You've even blocked me?

"If you're so brave, then keep avoiding me.

We'll see who'll look after you when you're alone in an unfamiliar city like New York."

Ryan's voice was stern as he scolded me relentlessly.

I remained silent. There was really nothing to say in response.

But Ryan appeared to grow even more frustrated.

"I won't say much more. Hurry and add me back on SnapChat.

"I'm about to travel abroad with some friends for a few days, so I might be unreachable by phone. Don't fret and weep."