"Whatever you think." Wu Yifan seemed to see through his thoughts, "If you continue like this, you may be the next one to be deported."
After saying that, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Ouyang Guang stood where he was, his inner restlessness filling his heart with despair and dissatisfaction.
After everyone left, Ouyang stared at the three words "Brother Yixing" in his phone's address book for a long time, and finally just opened the chat box, typing and deleting countless messages. The rain outside the window started to fall at some point, tapping on the glass, just like his messy mood.
The silence was broken by the arrival of Xun. He was very worried about Ouyang Guang's condition. Looking at Ouyang Guang's bruised face, he frowned tightly and asked, "Do you know why I came here?"
Ouyang Guang straightened his back and said, "Because of a fight."
"Not entirely." Jae-hoon took out a document from his briefcase. "This is not the first time you and Park Jun-ho have clashed. Considering Zhang Yixing's incident..." He paused. "The company has decided to move you to another dormitory."
"You're the only one living on the 7th floor of Building 3 now. Wait until Zhang Yixing comes to talk and maybe we can arrange for him to live with you." Jae-hoon continued.
Ouyang Guang raised his head suddenly: "Did the company say when to let him come?"
When Xun Zaixun shook his head, the light in Ouyang Guang's eyes dimmed again.
When Ouyang Guang stood in the new dormitory and looked at the empty room, he suddenly felt more lonely than ever before.
"Korean class is as usual." Jaehyun's voice came from behind, "But judging from your condition..."
Ouyang Guang stroked the empty closet and suddenly said, "I don't want to take Korean lessons anymore."
Zaixun's movements suddenly froze, and when he turned around, his eyes were full of vigilance: "You want to go back to the country?"
Zaixun suddenly became nervous: "No! We can't go back to the country!"
"I want to relax." Ouyang Guang interrupted him, "either to go back to China or to leave Seoul."
"Leaving Seoul?" Jae-hoon frowned, "Where?"
"I don't know." Ouyang Guang said truthfully, "I just need to take a breath."
"I've got a way." The young man looked out the window at the gloomy sky. The skyscrapers in Seoul seemed like a maze of steel and concrete that could never be solved. "It's not too far. It's in South Korea."
Jae-hoon heaved a sigh of relief, thought for a moment and said, "My hometown is in Busan, the scenery is beautiful, the sea there is much more beautiful than the Han River, why don't you go there to play? If you don't mind, you can stay at my house, so I can rest assured."
"No, thank you." Ouyang Guang said softly, "I'll just stay in a hotel."
After rejecting the proposal to live in Zaixun's house, he still accepted the suggestion of Busan.
What he needs is not meticulous care and a warm family atmosphere, but a space where he can lick his wounds alone.
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