He quickly walked around her and saw her cheeks that were bulging unconsciously. He felt soft and subconsciously squatted down. "I'm not trying to strike up a conversation..."
Yu Lu couldn't help but retort, "What is it if it's not a pick-up?" Before she could finish her words, her voice gradually became quieter, and she was a little startled. His pupils were deep, but the color of his irises was a noble deep blue.
He was also a little absent-minded. The girl turned her face slightly, her right cheekbone was lightly coated with sunlight, her eyes were like paint, and occasionally there was a trace of sadness.
"Well," he cleared his throat, "it's definitely not a chat. Look at this train full of people, all chatting with each other. Are they all chatting with each other?" In any case, he just felt that it was fate to be in the same car.
"So what if we had a good chat," Yu Lu was still immersed in the sadness of the moment when the train left the platform, "We just got off the train separately at the station and didn't know each other's names."
He was a little anxious for some reason and hurriedly took out the maroon leather pamphlet from his sweatpants pocket and unfolded it in front of her. "Well, take a look at my student ID card," he pointed at the photo on the student ID card. "It's me, right?" Seeing Yu Lu compare the photo and his face carefully, he suddenly felt a little dazed in his heart. The next moment, he focused on Yu Lu's face, and then said in a determined voice:
"I am Qiao Tianlan. You will never forget that I am Qiao Tianlan."
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