"In this era, no one will be foolish enough to only hope for one person's heart and never leave each other." Lin Qi said calmly.
Lin Xiao still looked at the newspaper and muttered.
Lin Qi pretended not to hear, just folded the newspaper and said nothing more.
What she said was, no, I will.
You will, I know. Lin Qi leaned back on the chair and quilt, picked up the script outline again, and thought a little sadly.
But one day, you will know that he is no longer the one in your memory.