There was no sorrow or jealousy. Zhaosu looked at it from a distance and suddenly felt relieved. She remembered a passage she had seen in a book before, "Actually, we did not form a story. In fact, I did not like you very much. My departure was the beginning of someone else."
The diploma in her hand was clenched and loosened. Zhaosu looked up at the blue sky. The wind was gentle and the clouds were light. Several birds spread their wings and soared in the vast blue sky. Zhaosu left in a stride. This time she truly looked like a heroine.
Let's end it like this. In the future, you will have your princess, and I will also find someone to accompany me around the world. Finally, let me say goodbye, not to you, but to him in the memory of youth, and to myself there.
Goodbye, my boy.
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