The lime-scented evening breeze blew through the alley. Wen Youning was leaning against the locust tree with her legs curled up and playing games, her fingertips sliding quickly on the screen of her mobile phone. In the corner Internet cafe, Su Junjie was typing on the keyboard in a sonorous rhythm, but his peripheral vision was always glued to the focused figure under the tree.
In the game, they are an ace partner who makes comebacks side by side, but in reality they are inseparable good friends. His low and flat tone came from the earphones: "My teammates say that we are just divided, competing for heads."
"Really?" She looked confused. In fact, she knew that Su Junjie just didn't want to make her sad.
When Su Junjie was 15 years old and not yet 16 years old, you entered my diary in a game and then disappeared from my memory.
Purpose: Two-way trust and protection are the best footnotes of youth
