The bell rang, marking the end of the second class before the noon break.
Without even taking the time to pack his books, Zheng Wenhao strode over to Xu Shengxia.
"Xiaxia…"
Zheng Wenhao murmured her name, his voice lacking confidence.
Xu Shengxia kept her head down, still organizing her books and notes.
Once she finished, she put everything in her bookbag. As she picked it up and started to walk out, she said to Zheng Wenhao,
"Let's go. We'll find somewhere suitable to sort things out between us."
Zheng Wenhao knew what she meant.
By "sort things out," she obviously meant breaking up.
He was heartbroken.
But he couldn't let it show, nor could he refuse her outright just yet.
He was afraid he might not even get this one chance to speak with her calmly.
"Let me get your bag." Zheng Wenhao caught up to her, reaching for the bag on her shoulder.
Xu Shengxia pulled away.
"I'm fine. I can carry it myself."
Zheng Wenhao retracted his outstretched hand.
