"How long have you and I been like this?"
The wide roadside, the cold iron fence, the dark river below your feet, and the sound of the water are also cold and ruthless.
"It's been more than half a year." Li Youran straightened his waist, took a deep breath, turned his head, faced the lights passing by on the road, and squinted to try to see his expression clearly.
Ye Ziqi kept his eyes on the river, facing the wind, and slowly lit a cigarette. The face that was already hidden in the dark looked even more hollow due to the blue and white smoke. Li Youran looked at the resolute face line and suddenly felt a little cold.
Halfway through the cigarette, a short period of silence suddenly appeared on the road, with only the sounds brought by the wind, the sound of water, the whine of the wind blowing through my ears, and the indifferent and casual voice stained by the wind.
"Then, that's it."
There are so many things in this world that only regret is left after losing them, and how lucky he is to have them again.