Ling Yin patted his pocket, but he was wearing pajamas, and his phone wasn't in his pocket, unable to call someone to drive over and pick him up.
"Lend me your phone for a bit." Ling Yin reached out.
Hua Hua touched his pocket and shook his head, "I was too angry just now, and forgot to take my phone."
"Do you have any money on you?"
Hua Hua also shook his head, "Didn't bring money either." He emptied both his pockets, completely empty, nothing inside.
Ling Yin suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, yet warmth blossomed in his heart.
He didn't bring his phone or money; turns out he's not planning to leave, just wanting to get some air. Ling Yin realized he was overly sensitive.
Who knows, Hua Hua really intended to drive to the airport, but he just had a silly moment.
Both of them laughed through tears.
"What do we do now?"
"Let's walk back." Ling Yin said, "If you can't walk, I'll carry you."
Such a long way, wouldn't he be exhausted carrying me?
