Wang Hao and the others left the hospital and went to an outdoor café to drink some coffee and lift their spirits.
Looking at Ling Xiao's troubled expression, Wang Hao couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, there's no need to wear such a long face. The world is full of beautiful prospects, why fixate on a single flower!?"
Le Xuan and the others rolled their eyes. That was his pure first love, and now that you've ruined it, you still have the nerve to stand here making insensitive remarks. There's really no humanity in you.
Ling Xiao forced a smile, "Junior brother, you wouldn't understand this feeling."
"I wouldn't understand!?" Wang Hao looked melancholic, "Without having loved, how could there be pain; without pain, how could I be so unrestrained now."
Everyone stared blankly at Wang Hao, wondering if this guy had a story to tell. But he was only seventeen years old! Wasn't this maturity a little too premature?