He Junlin sat on the sofa blankly, as if he was thinking about something or in a daze. The open window blew in gusts of wind, which was a bit cold. After taking a look at the time displayed on his phone, 23:17, He Junlin stood up and closed the window, walked into the bedroom, closed the curtains, lifted the quilt and got in. Although he knew the answer, he still dialed the number out of habit. There was a busy tone before it rang twice. He Junlin silently hung up the phone and turned over, throwing the phone aside, putting his arm on his forehead and closing his eyes. The corners of his mouth gradually opened, and his laughter gave birth to a sense of sadness and helplessness in the dark room.
The kid who smiled and said he liked He Junlin the most seems to have disappeared.
Concept: Good love must be two-way