But he still stepped forward, raised his hand to toast, and even thought of his lines and said them in one breath. The person on the other side readily agreed without changing his expression, as calm and calm as if they had kissed and said I love you yesterday in the locker room of the playoffs. Their breath was lingering and their eyes were looking deeply at the invisible scene, which was no different from drinking a glass of boiled water.
Wang Jiexi thought that he should think that all this was normal, but there was a voice in his mind blatantly shouting that it shouldn't be like this.
It shouldn't be like this.
There is no right or wrong, just like there is no reason why you like someone.
That was the seventeen-year-old Yu Wenzhou, full of energy and a smile on his lips, showing his youthful and wild temperament for the first time.
That was the twenty-four-year-old Yu Wenzhou, with curved eyebrows and a gentle voice, who was calm, capable and fully grown.
You ask me what is the happiest thing, but there is no such thing as the happiest thing.
If you think it's good, then it's good, why bother asking me.
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