Yan Shaoke is a writer who studied architecture, and Qin Luoyi is a top student in the finance department at the school level. One is playful and cute, and the other is dark and handsome.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this without saying anything. It's just that in the past few months, Yan Shaoke, I really miss you, very much. You may be surprised and don't know what's going on, but please believe that I really didn't play tricks on you. Can you give me some time and let me tell you slowly." A gentle and helpless low-pitched voice with a magnetic voice.
Yan Shaoke's head suddenly went numb, a heat flowed through his body, and his heart began to beat violently. For him, this was undoubtedly the most touching love words in the world. He let go of Wang Yuxi's hand, turned around slowly, and said in his hoarse voice: "Okay."
He saw Qin Luoyi smiling softly across from him, as touching as a blooming cherry blossom.
Yes, he no longer wanted to care about what was normal or not, nor did he think about whether he was being tricked. At least for this moment, when the sun was shining outside the window, he felt a heartbeat that he had not experienced in many years. The sky and the earth exude dizzying colors.