Tobanya remained silent.
Meng Zhuqing waited for quite a while, and seeing that Tobanya still did not speak, he turned to leave. His mood became downcast again, very much so; he did not want her to change her mind at all.
Yet, he also had the feeling that what she had said just now was a joke.
Just as Meng Zhuqing's hand was on the door latch, about to open the door and leave, Tobanya finally spoke, her tone neither cold nor warm, "Won't."
Meng Zhuqing's deeply downcast mood was instantly healed.
Turning around, he smiled as he looked at the person lying on the bed in the faint moonlight, then Meng Zhuqing left the room contentedly.
Of course, he did not leave immediately.
After exiting Tobanya's room and closing the door for her, Meng Zhuqing stood outside the door with a silly smile for a while, then went to the window and tapped lightly. Only then did Meng Zhuqing really leave.
