Chapter Eighty-Four: It's Hard to Move

I stood for a long time after Qin Yishou left, I don't know if it was because of his words, or because I was not used to people leaving around me, and I always felt that my heart was as empty as the sleeve of his rocking arm. Xiao Lianshan's words also became less conscious, for fear that saying something wrong would stimulate me, Yue Qianling stubbornly took away his entire pack of cigarette pouches when Qin Yishou was leaving, these days when I was in a daze, she sat quietly next to me and rolled the cigarette very carefully, she was stubborn