Afterwards, he no longer looked at him, instead furrowing his brows, lost in his own thoughts.
The phrase "a day feels like a year" was utterly real for him, he truly lived those words.
He felt he couldn't do anything right now, but he couldn't leave, couldn't see his classmates until he resolved the situation with Xiao Yu and the Qin Family. He couldn't face what comes next without it.
A restless day finally dragged past, and at 7:30 PM, he knocked on the Qi Family's door. It was Qin Xuan who opened it, and having read the information, he knew this was Qin Xiaoyu's father. They exchanged a glance and for a moment, both were stunned. Qi Fangxiu spoke sincerely and humbly, "Uncle Qin, I'm Qi Fangxiu, and I came to apologize."
The sky was already dark by around seven in winter, street lamps emitted a dim yellow glow, many people ignored the cold and went out in pairs or groups for walks to digest their meals.
