"Let me tell you again, Fu Jingchong, that I like you."
"I..."
Fu Jingchong could feel the rumble of bombers through this letter.
He is not a person who makes promises easily, even when facing Cheng Luosheng. Because he knows that whether they are married or not, they only care about the sugar in the scented tea of his enemy boss and whether it is not to his taste, instead of the personal relationship between two people and the few mouthfuls of rice in a Chinese family.
"Me too"
The boy who laughed at him smiled.
The gunshot pierced the memories
I'm sorry, Luo Sheng, I'm just a coward who can only write articles.
The bullet passed through the chest, stringing together everything but breaking everything.
I'm sorry, Cheng Luosheng, I killed the person you loved most with the gun you gave to the person you loved most.
Mission: The greatness of the Republic of China