"Qingcheng..." The man's hoarse voice called her name, a certain part of the heat pressed against Qingcheng's warm entrance, rubbing her through the fabric, "Give me..." Gu Qingcheng seemed to wake up from a dream, "Feiyang... Can't..." His voice was trembling because of emotion. "I will never recover..." After that night, everything was really turned upside down, and everything would never go back to what it was before.
Three years later, he said to her: Qingcheng, he has lived in your heart for too long.
Qingcheng lay on the table in a daze, thinking silently: These lonely thousand days and nights are nothing compared with the eternity he promised. For a long time, Qingcheng, whose eyes were unfocused, moved slightly and asked: "Yishen, do I... Exist?... If so, why can't he see me in his eyes anymore?"
Five years ago, he personally broke that girl's pure wings, and the 16-year-old Qingcheng bit her lip and remained silent. Three years later, 24-year-old Qingcheng stood in front of He Feiyang. She was so close, but why could he no longer see clearly her broken heart? Gu Qingcheng, do you know that for a thousand days and nights, He Feiyang missed you very much, but he couldn't tell you.
"He Feiyang, you are like an unpredictable city. I can never figure you out."
"A charming city. If I were a city, you would become just like your name. Let me fall in love with you."