It didn't matter that my roommate was a man. He was younger than me and about the same age as my brother, but he looked quite pleasing to the eye.
"Although he is not that old, he still has principles. He will never eat young grass like an old cow." Song Qiran kept comforting herself like this, but she didn't know that she was just deceiving herself.
The first time he saw her dark eyes, Jiang Huaili knew that he had lost, completely. Being with her is like sinking, not knowing whether you are in heaven or hell.
Three years later, when he saw her smiling and talking to a child in a shopping mall, he seemed to freeze. Even when Deng Yirong next to him pulled his arm, he didn't react. His heart was like a dark night, and the fireworks were suddenly set off, even if you disappeared the next moment.
When Song Qiran saw him holding arms with the girl next to him, she panicked, took the child out of the shopping cart and hurriedly took the elevator to escape.
"Mom, where is dad?"