[Slow Heat] [Wife Chasing Crematorium] [Unmarried CEO* Cool Writer]
"You see, they put chili pepper in the watermelon, salt in the orange juice, and sugar in the soup."
How can there be so many things that should be like this? The world is inherently diverse, and so are people.
"Lin Wen, we are not them."
There was a long silence and a word of enlightenment.
"I'm sorry." The third sentence.
Sorry... I didn't trust us.
My eyes drifted into the distance. There was fog on the river. The bright moon hung high in the sky. It would be a sunny day again tomorrow.
"Can you give me a chance to pursue you again? Wanwan." He spoke lonely but firmly.
Outside the window, the century-old tree in the atrium of the community swayed in the night wind, and the moonlight shone brightly.
Song Wan said without any hesitation, "Okay."
He smiled and looked up at the moon,
Did you know?
My moon is back.
"Good night."
"Good night."
