"Tianheng, we can always be together, right?"
"Yes, there are still many, many things to do after we get together."
Lin Yanyao now recalled the conversation he had with Mo Tianheng when he was young, and his nose felt slightly sore.
"Tianheng, Tianheng, you won't die, right? You will fulfill our childhood promise, right?" Lin Yan raised his head and shouted at the sky, but only heard a few distant birdsong.
Lin Yanyao's tears flowed down uncontrollably.
It's not summer yet.