Sixteen-year-old Cui Linqi firmly believes that there is no such thing as true love.
Seventeen-year-old Cui Linqi encountered the Law of True Fragrance and his faith collapsed.
"He is like the stars scattered next to the moon. They are obviously made to have no sense of existence, but they are so dazzling."
Le Ting squatted at the intersection of the alley, sitting on the ground with his hands and legs folded, with tears in his eyes, like a homeless kitten. He thought for a long time, took out the cell phone from his pocket that he had tried so hard to protect from being snatched away by the gangsters, and pressed the dial button.
"Where are you?"
"Yuming Street, can you come?" He asked Cui Linqi tremblingly but keeping a normal tone.
There was silence on the other side for a long time, only the sound of a door slamming could be heard.
It took a long time before there was a response.
"Wait, we'll be there soon." After a moment of silence, he said in a joking tone: "Are you being bullied? Send me your name, and I'll make them kneel down to beg you. Okay, be good."
The cynical young master × the gentle and elegant gentleman
Intention: It doesn't matter if you are not strong, I will wipe your tears.