When the equator retains snowflakes, will you see me?
When tears melt into fine sand, will you cherish me?
For Li Qiao, chasing is not for getting, but for watching at the right distance. The purpose of stumbling and running desperately is not to be left too far behind by him.
And one day, when someone suddenly turned around, walked up to her with empty eyes, lowered his head slightly, waved his hand, and said, "What are you thinking about? Why did you stop while you were walking?" Li Qiao was startled: "You know I stopped?"
Jiang Yi found it funny, but tried his best to hold it back: "The people walking together suddenly stopped, wouldn't you know?"
\"But I'm behind you.\"
\"I can hear your voice.\"
Li Qiao stared blankly at the person in front of him, knowing calmly that he was overthinking, so he turned away and said: "Let's go, we'll be late." Then he walked around him and walked forward.
\"Wait for me, let's go together.\" So Li Qiao naturally slowed down.