Don't be confused in your heart, don't be trapped in emotions. Don't be afraid of the future and don't dwell on the past. So stable, the years are quiet. I think it's great that she stays safely in my thoughts.
Looking out of the window, she was sitting quietly inside, which made me feel that going abroad was actually a kind of torture, and she tortured me.
"How's it going?" Cheng Jiaqi looked up. Well, his nose was so high, and his glasses were so swaying that it gave him a headache. When she didn't get a reply, Shen Jiahe supported her and leaned down. "Drunk." He stared at her straightly, and the corners of his mouth curved obviously, "When did you learn to drink? Huh?" He seemed to be in a good mood. The man in his arms struggled, not used to being too close.
Fu Yan took a handful of water and lightly sprinkled it on her hair. It was cool and made her wake up. "Shen..." She didn't know what to call him. He climbed onto the sink with his right hand to support himself, too drunk to speak.