Chapter 2 Crying to Master
The wind outside was freezing cold and stung my face.
Tears fell anyway. I sent Master another voice message, crying: He has someone he likes.
Master called me right away with a voice call and comforted me: "That blind guy has no taste. My cute disciple like you, and he doesn't like you.
Don't cry. Master will buy you skins."
Master's words felt warm, but laughter hid in his voice.
"Master, stop laughing. I'm heartbroken, and it sounds like you wanted me to fail."
"Ahahaha, no, cough cough." Master cleared his throat and turned serious: "I feel that guy doesn't deserve you. Actually there's someone more suitable right in front of you, but you haven't noticed."
More suitable?
I thought about everyone in the Fried Skewers shop. They were mostly middle-aged uncles. No other handsome guys.
I figured Master was joking to cheer me up.
I sighed: "But I only like him."
The other end went silent.
If I listened hard, I heard a few sobs.
"Master?"
I called out, but the call had already ended.
Right then, a click sounded behind me.
The Fried Skewers shop door opened. Lu Xuchen walked out.
Dim yellow light spilled forward.
He kept his head down, face gloomy.
He stepped aside and lit a cigarette.
I watched, drawn in.
He couldn't stand it and looked up: "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen someone heartbroken?"
Only then did I notice his eyes were slightly red.
It looked like he had just cried.
His snap scared me. I carefully messaged Master: Master, I don't want to like him anymore. He looks gentle and polite, but his temper is so bad.
"Heh."
A low chuckle came from beside me.
I looked over. The man who had been smoking fiercely moments ago now stared at his phone with a huge smile.
He stubbed out the cigarette.
His long fingers tapped something, sending a message.
Soon I received Master's reply: The call hung up by accident earlier, but it's good you thought it through.
Master is in a great mood today. Whatever skin you want, I'll send it.