Cool Evening Breeze

Time passed by, and Xiaofeng thought about Zeyu's current appearance, so vaguely. The gentle smile of the past, the faint smell of cologne, and the slender back... They had been separated for more than a year. Xiaofeng thought of leaving without saying goodbye a year ago, thought of her restraining herself from thinking about him, and thought of the scene when she met Zeyu later. For a moment, Xiaofeng's bitter heart felt a little sweeter.