"Being lovers or being friends, which one do you choose?"
Faced with the boss's sudden question, Wang Xiaobo fell silent. If he could, he would never want to face such a choice.
Lin Xiaoxue said she would go see him, but now it may be all in vain.
I sighed helplessly, remembered a song, and began to hum softly: "I can't tell you that I love you, watching you embrace sweetly. Talk and laugh freely, and endure the overdue sadness. If I say that I really love you, who will clean up the ruined friendship. If I hold back this secret, the warm winter will be far away..."