The afternoon sun shone slantly through the floor-to-ceiling windows next to him. There were only a few customers in the store. Zhao Zhixiao was lying on the rocking chair, squinting his eyes and dozing off.
This kind of time is really a rare moment of peace and tranquility. The young couple in the corner were quarreling, but Xiao Xiao heard it clearly. "I only want to ask you one last thing, have you ever loved me?" The girl's voice was hoarse, and she tried her best to suppress the trembling. As expected, there was no answer.
Zhao Zhixiao found it a bit funny. Today's children are still young. No matter what, at that time, when there were some similarities, he really didn't even dare to ask. In fact, what's wrong with leaving a thought?
How many times will a person love in this life, and how many people will be missed.
Zhixiao stood up and handed a glass of cold orange juice to the girl. The boy who had already walked to the door suddenly said, "I loved you."
The girl finally couldn't help crying, and Zhao Zhixiao was stunned there.
Can't help but wonder, maybe, many years ago, he and Xu Moxing were also in love.