"Hello?" Shen Tianliang answered timidly to the person on the other end of the phone while holding his cell phone.
"Where are you?" A tepid voice came from the other end of the phone. Tianliang couldn't tell that the person was angry, but he couldn't feel the warmth of the voice at all.
"Zhong Ye, um, I'm in Tibet now. I'm sorry. I swear this is the last time. It's really the last time."
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
Tian Liang didn't expect Zhong Ye's answer at all, and his eyes turned red instantly, "Okay, I'll be back soon. ... I love you, Zhong Ye."
Three months later.
"Zhong Ye, my flight is at 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon and will arrive at seven or eight o'clock in the evening." Tian Liang said excitedly, holding his mobile phone, "I miss you so much!"
"Well, okay. When you get back, put your luggage in a nearby hotel and then come out and see me off!"
"Okay, who should I send it to?"
"Send it to me, England."
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She thought that as long as she came back, they could be together as before. As long as she lowered her head and acted coquettishly, he would still tolerate her as usual. The world is still in spring.
But she forgot that her spring warmth was him. How would the flowers bloom in the world without him?
Her chic solo trip only resulted in a grander farewell.