"Buzz-"
Yang Endong looked at the line of words that popped up on the screen of his mobile phone. His heart tightened, his fingertips paused, and then he typed: "Okay, I understand."
When the screen slowly dimmed, his drooping eyebrows were reflected.
He is getting married.
Kindness.
He is getting married.
He knew he was going to get married, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly and suddenly.
He happened to be sitting by the window, with the moon and stars outside the window, and Leslie Cheung's "The Love of Glass" playing on his computer.
"I don't believe that tears can make you love again when you are unhappy,
The hard-to-take-back water slowly spreads the feelings away,
There is no sin in saying goodbye in time if you are too tired,
…
I had thought that glass was fragile. "
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