Lu Xitong and Song Qiaoxuan sat side by side on the ground looking at the stars. Behind them was the tent they had set up together. This may be the last time the two of them are alone. Lu Xitong thought: From now on, the boy next to him will become someone else's prince. From now on, maybe I should let it go. Lu Xitong looked at Song Qiaoxuan next to her. The boy she had been secretly in love with for three years should no longer be a man. From tomorrow on, no matter what the occasion, all his special features will no longer belong to her. Lu Xitong suddenly said: "Can you lend me your shoulder to lean on?" Song Qiaoxuan's face showed an embarrassed look, "Sorry, Xiaotong, you know, Shuyao will be angry." Lu Xitong felt bitter in her heart, but did not show it on her face. She smiled empathetically, "I was just kidding." Then she got up and returned to the tent.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
