The rain gradually subsided. Clara Qiu changed his panicked and anxious look and walked silently on the way back to the bookstore with a sullen face.
The anger in the teahouse in the morning and the exhaustion at this moment intertwined and tripped her feet firmly, making her feel heavier and heavier as she walked, and her mood became more and more confused. At this moment, Clara Qiu just wanted to go back to the bookstore, lie on the couch, throw away all the trivial matters, and close her eyes without thinking about anything.
But even though what she wanted was so simple, things didn't go as she expected.
After the man he rescued from the ferry woke up, he heard a sound of footsteps following him behind him.
The footsteps were very careful, neither too far nor too close. It was as if she was saying that she would not get closer until Clara Qiu gave her permission.
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