"Lin Qingcheng, let's break up." After saying this, Xu Xin turned his head lightly, just to prevent her from noticing anything was wrong. She was always so sensitive.
Qingcheng looked at the man in front of her who was slightly vague to her initial impression but had been in love with him for seven years. She lowered her head and smiled slightly, "Okay."
When he turned around, the tears that he was trying to suppress flowed more violently. . .
In this way, they walked away step by step...
But whose time stopped moving forward and left a deep imprint in the memory.