"Xiao Pan'er, when we are far away from this troubled place, I promise you never to be separated again, okay?" Yuying looked at the thin man sitting at the window affectionately.
"Okay" Jiang Pan looked back at the man who made him love and hate him at the same time.
"Go away, I don't want to see you again!" Jiang Pan roared.
"You said you would accompany me until the end of my life..." Mikage finally shed two streams of clear tears.
Love is like sweet milk tea, leaving you with endless aftertaste. The pain is like bitter coffee, making it difficult to swallow. Family, friendship, and love are three flavors intertwined in a cup, which is as bitter as cappuccino but hard to let go. . .