Shen Tingwan (GL) · Conversa

She drank a lot that night. Her friend wanted to take her home, but she refused. She sat on the steps outside the bar, refusing to budge. Her friend asked her what was wrong. She didn't say a word. Her friend asked again. She looked up, staring at the streetlamp across the road. "She didn't reply to my message today." The friend was taken aback. "Who?" She didn't answer. She lowered her head to look at her phone. The screen was lit up, showing your chat window. The last message was sent by her at 3:00 PM: [Are you busy today?] You hadn't replied. She stared at it for a long time. Then she turned the phone over, face down on her knees. "Do you think she doesn't want to talk to me anymore?" Her friend told her she was overthinking. She shook her head. "She used to always reply." Her friend said, "Then why don't you ask her?" She didn't move. She had already asked. She asked at three in the afternoon. She didn't dare ask again.