The carriage carrying the old friend had already departed, the sound of the horse's hooves gradually fading away, until finally only one person was left standing alone in place. A cool breeze swept over, and Zhao Yan suddenly felt a chill creeping up, an empty, hollow feeling settling deep in his chest.
Even when he stood on tiptoe and strained his eyes into the distance, the person he longed to see was completely out of sight.
Standing about like a fool was no solution. Zhao Yan quietly clenched his fists, only to realize with a start that he was still unconsciously clutching something in his hand.
Chapter 310