Yang Yiran never thought that one day she would be bound to him.
"Can you please don't give up... Me?" He Shenjing's brown-grey eyes stared closely at Yang Yiran, his eyebrows seemed to be frosted, and his thin lips pursed lightly. He knew her joy and everything about them, but he wanted an answer.
Yang Yiran remained silent for a long time. He Shenjing loosened his grip on his hands, suddenly laughed at himself, turned around and was about to leave.
"Don't come to me again." The voice was like the cold wind in February blowing on your face.
"I will wait for you." The words that followed were like the hands they had held while running on the playground in the rain, gently wiping the tears from the corners of He Shenjing's eyes.
The rebellious and obedient older sister x the calm and paranoid double-faced younger brother
Campus!!! It smells so good in the new year
