"Okay, you go in, I'll have a cigarette before I leave."
Lin Qianxi did not move immediately.
She thought for a moment, then stood still and said softly, "You have been walking with me for a while, so I can also spend some time with you for a cigarette."
...
She was holding a bag in her hand, and the mural she had just painted had been packed into a delicate box by the boss. After getting in the car, Lin Qianxi handed the box to Zuo Chengyao. "I gave it to you as a thank you for accompanying me for a while again today."
...
"In the past six months, I have sacrificed all my sincerity, but I have never been able to learn one ten thousandth of your methods." Her voice was extremely calm. "Thank you again for accompanying me on this journey, but that's enough. Zuo Chengyao, let's break up."
She decided that from now on, she would become the same person as Zuo Chengyao. No longer invest, just be a sober person who weighs the pros and cons.
Zuo Chengyao looked at the necklace, and the words Lin Qianxi said when he looked at Meili Snow Mountain on the observation deck of Feilai Temple suddenly flashed in his mind:
"I still like the cold and gentle pride of the Goddess Peak, standing tall and graceful, untainted by the world."
Zuo Chengyao's fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly.
He suddenly thought, so was he.
Isn't it Lin Qianxi's cold and gentle pride that he likes?
Conception:
