Time is the initiator of the origin and destruction of all things, and their meeting is just fate.
Shu Ning followed Yuan Chuchen quietly one meter away. With his tall and tall figure and steady pace, he had become more mature and restrained than before. However, was he still the same person?
"Shu Ning, do you like me?"
Shu Ning was so shocked that she didn't dare to look up at him. She remained silent for a long time, as if she was going through reincarnation, until a sigh came to her ears.
"You're going to be late."
The clear breath rushed to her face, instantly covering all her sense of smell. Yuan Chuchen buried his head in the crook of her neck, motionless, like a coquettish giant cat. Only his subtle touch between breath and breath was particularly real.
It was the first time Shu Ning saw his defenseless appearance. She felt very uncomfortable and her whole body froze: "Yuan Chuchen?"
"Yeah."
After a while.
"Shu Ning, I might be jealous."