How could we be together? Jiang Quan said, there is nothing worse than this.
He and Cao Xun sat side by side on the rooftop of the school, with the cloudless blue sky above their heads, and the hot wind occasionally brushed their cheeks.
He didn't have time to think when he said it, and blurted it out easily.
Cao Xun squinted his eyes in the sun, swayed his legs, finished the last bite of the popsicle in his hand, and said, let's break up.
Good or bad, Jiang Quan didn't come up with a conclusion. Cao Xun stood up and stamped his feet. The remaining wooden part of the popsicle was still stained with sugar. He threw it casually on the ground, and an ant slowly climbed up. It was so boring.
That's enough. If Cao Xun doesn't look at him, I'll leave first.
The summer was as gentle as a poem, and Jiang Quan's first love ended lightly on a peach ice-flavored afternoon.
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Please give me your life.
Intention: Love must be magnanimous