I was dragged by my friend and stumbled towards him. My friend shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Handsome guy, please add your contact information!"
He raised his eyes and looked at us, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes full of unfamiliar doubts.
Pulled by his friend, he shook his head slightly, and when he spoke, his voice was as cold as the late autumn wind: "I don't believe in love anymore."
Love has a beginning and an end, it begins in midsummer and ends in cold winter.
That's it for now - stay safe!
Concept: Regret is a kind of satisfaction