"Hey, are you really going to quit?" Qiao Han braced himself with both hands and looked at Shen Jiang's profile.
The park bench was a little cold in winter, with that same temperature that lingered in the mind. The person had left by no more than half a meter, yet it already felt cold.
"I've already quit," Shen Jiang said with a smile.
"Heh..." Looking at that gentle smile, Qiao Han couldn't bring himself to say what he had planned. "Will you really never come back?"
Shen Jiang was gentle most of the time, even indulgent. Qiao Han wondered when he'd become the one carefully watching someone else's profile.
P.S. A realistic story. This isn't just about the love and hate between these two people, but about a small circle of people.
Damn it, it's not over yet! Reading the comments I thought it was the ending!
Decided to smash one for their good ending~
Has the time for ice cubes arrived? Is the ice layer in Lan Shi's heart thick? Is the cold river's heat enough? Just thinking~
It's painful to see the injured person, but it's also painful to not know what's going on inside you. When will the jet-lagged two get to the same latitude and longitude? ··· I'm back. I couldn't open this article before. It's been covered in dark clouds for many days, but I can finally do it~
I come here every day to go shopping, and it feels so sad to wait~ I decided to start making up points~
Da Nai, don't die (Erkang's hand~)... I like the tone of this article so much that I want to die, so if Da Nai wants to die, please take me with you