Someone posted the photo of Fu Jingkong secretly taken in the morning to the group chat.
The face that stunned the entire university has not changed at all. The sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, and sharp edges are still the same face that Xia Qing has traced countless times. But now he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his cold and distant face, which makes him look even more distant.
In the photo, Fu Jingkong holds the film with his slender fingers, with clear joints. He stares at the film with a pair of cold, deep eyes, and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. He, who was also wearing a white coat, had a thousand-year-old look that reminded Xia Qing of the senior from the medical school, familiar yet unfamiliar...
Xia Qing closed her eyes silently, and Fu Jingkong's reappearance made Xia Qing's finally calm heart lose control again.
Xia Qing looked at the sleeping pills on the table with a wry smile: diazepam, alprazolam, phenobarbital, clonazepam, and paroxetine. Xia Qing would not be able to sleep if she took all the pills again.
Tears fell with Xia Qing's bitter smile, sour and astringent, "Fu Jingkong, tell me, what kind of medicine should I take to forget you!"
