Tu Su rolled her eyes in anger, crossing her arms tightly. That single reaction was enough to make Hazel’s heart sink even further.
In the afternoon, Hazel sent several WeChat messages to Logan.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each time, the message showed the same thing.
Sent.
Not read.
Hazel stared at the screen until her eyes hurt. She forced herself to stay calm, biting her lip and telling herself not to overthink.
Maybe he was busy.
Maybe he did not use WeChat often.
Maybe older men were just slow with phones.
She repeated those excuses over and over, clinging to them like thin threads.
Finally, after enduring until the end of school, Hazel packed her bag and rushed out of the school gate.
The café where she was supposed to meet Logan was right beside the gate. Students passed by noisi
