The greatest happiness in life is to firmly believe that someone loves us. ——Victor Hugo
Mu Sen, who had been standing still, looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own back then, and listened to the conversation that overlapped with the memories deep in his memory, and he was stunned.
After coming back to his senses, his eyes were firmly fixed on the vaguely silhouetted boy in school uniform, and he raised his hands to hold his head in disbelief.
As if remembering something, his painful eyes turned back after a moment.
There stood the little girl who was silently comforting Shi Xi, and the 12-year-old Shi Xi who was looking at the direction of the boy with tears in his eyes.
"Shi Xi..." He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch the Shi Xi whom he met for the first time back then, but a headache came quietly, and his consciousness, drugged by alcohol, became increasingly blurred.
The feeling of powerlessness slowly invaded, Musen fell to the ground, but disappeared like the wind on the desolate and shabby roadside the moment before he touched the ground.
The lights are on, the bustling scene is revealed, and the bars on the street are also glowing with light and shadow as the night falls.
There were only a few people on the street. The painful feeling of falling to the ground suddenly made Musen regain a sense of consciousness, but he sneered, "It turns out to be just Nanke Yimeng."