The three of us have been friends for ten years, and I, who is relatively mild-tempered, have done my best to make peace between them. Mr. Xi Gu said that I was partial and followed Zi Chu in everything, and blamed Zi Chu's little temper on me.
But none of us know that the one who loves Zi Chu the most is west Gu himself.
Ten years is not a long time, but it is a short time. How many decades are there in life?
They are unconscious, but I can see clearly.
"Zi Chu." I looked at her and silently made up my mind.
"Huh?"
"This time, it must be the last time." I smiled, but my eyes were firm. "Treat him well, promise me."
…
"Yeah." She looked at me with rare clarity.
Let me go, and let yourselves go.
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