"Zhuoran, you have chosen this road, so you have to go on it, persevere, and go for the goal, even if you will become as embarrassed as I was when you first met me." The small shadow in the night leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and Lin Qiaoqiao's low voice penetrated the hazy mist.
"Yeah." A single tone without emotion.
Qiaoqiao looked up, and all he saw was the little figure disappearing at the end of the alley. Zhuoran didn't see Qiaoqiao's swollen eye sockets and red pupils. Night can really hide everything...
But because he didn't look back, he didn't hear it. Qiaoqiao also said: "Zhuoran, I'll wait for you."