"Gu Xiaoxiao," Xu Chenhao's mouth twitched slightly, "Okay, I'll show you a smile."
The girl stood not far away, the warm night wind blew by, dancing her hair. She smiled from a distance, youthful and bright.
Xu Chenhao now regrets it in retrospect. If at that time, he could step forward and hug her, if he knew that this was the last time he would see her in this life.
He Yidong held the photo in his hand and said, "Gu Xiaoxiao, I'm back to find you." Two deep dimples appeared at the corners of the man's mouth.