His presence is of course almost imperceptible. It was he who accompanied her from the corner to playing with cardamom, from the bright sunshine to the curling sunset. If Su Yang is the cinnabar in the heart, he is like the moonlight on the pillow.
——Xu Yi, I can't live without you, I won't be used to it. Can i?
When he came, he was clothed in the glory of summer, and one glance convinced her that the existence of some people made everything around them unnecessary. The distant and cold eyebrows that make it difficult to look away are engraved in the heart and become a lifelong bond.
——Su Yang, why did you let me meet you...
"I hope that from now on I will no longer take the initiative to think of Su Yang." Celadon looked at the clear stars in the sky and smiled. I dare not say that I hope to forget it. It is difficult not to think of it actively. It won't happen again, so what's the point in thinking about it.
"Who allowed you to stop thinking about me?" The voice behind him was so cold that there was a chill. It was him. There was no mistake. "Cheng Qingci, I'm back."