When he spoke, he only looked at Ding Yiyi. Song Mengjie sneered in her heart. I'm afraid all the insecurity was directed at Ding Yiyi. She walked out with her handbag in hand, "Let's make an appointment tomorrow."

"It's hard to get a taxi at this time, so I'll give you a ride." Edward picked up his coat from the hanger and pretended to follow her out.

Song Mengjie looked up at him in surprise, and then at Ding Yiyi. The latter did not show any displeasure. She lowered her head and said, "No need, I can do it myself."

After she left, Edward turned around and hung his coat on the hanger again, "Go and rest quickly."

"Edward," Ding Yiyi's throat went dry, "did you really not care about what she said?"

He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders, "As a man, I care, but as a lover, I hope you have the freedom to choose whether to love or not."

"You are really good, really good." Ding Yiyi lowered her head and murmured.

There was a touch of bitterness in Edward's eyes, "Love doesn't have to be together. I believe my mother loved my father, but she left. Yiyi, if you don't love me, then you leave."

Her body trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to refuse or explain, so she pressed a finger on her soft lips.

He shook his head, "What you are saying now is not what you really think in your heart, so go to sleep."

Ding Yiyi returned to the room hesitantly. She stood at the door and looked at the furnishings around her. She had lived here for half a year, and it was full of memories.

Are the memories of half a year enough to support her thoughts for the rest of her life?

The next day, the early morning breakfast was going on smoothly. Ding Yiyi held the dumplings in the bowl and ate them one bite at a time. After a night of settling, she didn't know what to say to Song Mengjie. 1

"Do you need me to take you there?" Edward asked.

She thought about it, but shook her head, "I'll go ahead and make it clear to her."

Edward nodded without any further force, stood up, put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher, then turned and walked towards the darkroom.

"Edward," Ding Yiyi said, "let's talk about it sometime."

He turned around and smiled, "Okay." The moment he walked into the darkroom, his shoulders slumped weakly. He knew that one day, he was waiting for that moment to arrive.

After breakfast, Ding Yiyi sent a text message to Song Mengjie, "Where are we meeting?"

The text message came back quickly, "I'm at the crossroads in front of your house."

Ding Yiyi arrived at the intersection, and sure enough, Song Mengjie was already waiting at the intersection, and the two approached silently.

"Let's find a coffee shop." Ding Yiyi suggested.

Song Mengjie didn't object, "Okay."

The two walked one behind the other, no one spoke, and they were always half an arm's length apart.

The next intersection happened to be a red light, and there were many people waiting to cross the street. From time to time, someone rubbed their shoulders.

Song Mengjie stood behind Ding Yiyi. She watched the continuous flow of cars, each car passing by her eyes with the whistling wind.
Chapter completed!