She glanced leisurely at the sky. Every word Huang's mother said was true. When a couple is poor, their life is full of sorrow. Any man who comes near me will carry a burden for life. Ordinary people aren't superhuman. Who would willingly seek out such hardship? Nevertheless, she said no more, just stared fixedly at the night sky. The entire city was shrouded in neon lights, making it difficult for the naked eye to spot any stars. Love can conquer all? That's just deceitful nonsense. This city has long since lost such romantic notions as "love."
Yan Xixi remained silent the entire way. Huang Xiaojue wanted to speak several times, but he really didn't know what to say.
Just as they reached her front door, Huang Xiaojue's phone rang again. This was already the third time his mother had called, urging him to come home. Yan Xixi took out her keys, unlocked the door, and said softly, "Xiaojue, you should go home quickly. Don't keep your mother waiting."
