Night slowly enveloped the city.
Xie Chu squatted by the wall and buried his head between his knees, with only a street lamp beside him.
Once again he escaped from that suffocating home.
Until a familiar shadow covered his shoulders - it was Jiang Wensong.
They looked at each other speechlessly.
Jiang Wensong just lowered his head, took out a candy from his pocket with his fingertips, followed his slightly trembling fingers, and placed it properly into his open palm.
"Take it, sweetie."
The candy wrapper was still wet with body heat, and the tip of Xie Chu's nose suddenly sore, and tears fell down without warning.
Jiang Wensong came from a wealthy family and was a scholar. He is truly a proud man of heaven.
But this is the kind of person who, just because the other person didn't reply to her message in twenty minutes, would run out and look for her on the street in the middle of the night.
Later, no matter how sunny and cheerful he looked, he couldn't stop Xie Chu's inner depression and grief. He knew that he was sick.
The thick darkness of night hides all the thoughts.
Xie Chu didn't understand love and didn't bother to understand love, but he suddenly wanted to love someone.
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But Xie Chu, who wanted to speak the truth, failed to do so.
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Intention: Not to admit defeat