Jiang Zhixun packed his things away, and even though he was reluctant, he left Shen Qingqing's house.
Although there was still plenty of time before the train departed, he understood Shen Qingqing's temperament.
Staying any longer would do him no good.
Jiang Zhixun had never dated before, but he had crammed some techniques for wooing women over the past few months.
There needs to be a balance between ease and tension, otherwise things could go bad!
Once he left, Shen Qingqing hurried to close the door.
Then she walked to the balcony and had a look, seeing a tall silhouette standing below.
Jiang Zhixun hadn't lied to her.
He really did go downstairs.
By now, the sky was dark, and the dim streetlights stretched out his shadow a great length.
The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his forearms, and in his left hand, he casually held his jacket.
Besides that, there was no other luggage.
He appeared suddenly and left briskly.
