Lu Weixi stood at the corner of the street, watching Qin Zhiyou and Fang Rushuang from a distance. They seemed to have chosen a seat by the window, but the view was obscured by trees and wooden panels in the building, making it difficult to discern anyone inside unless one looked closely.
She thought she would rush over immediately, screaming hysterically, or, like when she broke up with Qin Zhigu before, turn away indifferently with all the heart-wrenching pain kept inside.
But she didn't.
It wasn't that she wasn't angry or surprised. Perhaps it was because she had matured now, and she hadn't figured out the situation yet, so she wasn't in a hurry. Maybe it was because—her relationship with Qin Zhiyou hadn't reached that stage yet. She just stood quietly at the nearby corner, watching them.
After a while, she chose neither to approach them nor to call him, but turned around and walked toward her car.