1.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the young man's youthful profile without makeup. Liu Ang was almost blinded by the silky backlight. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the school entrance, as if he had seen it for thousands of years.
If meeting is like a song, then for Liu Aang, she hopes that this song will never be finished. She never expected that meeting Zhuang Xiaoyu again would be so sudden. I was excited and scared at the same time.
2.
Zhuang Xiaoyu turned his back to the setting sun. In fact, he could see Liu Ang standing with the annoying Cheng Yuan ten meters away, but he only glanced at her for half a second and passed her. He never raised his eyes to look at her again. He turned around, hooked up with his friend and left.
The two hadn't seen each other for only two years, but it felt like they were a lifetime apart.