"Chunchun, Xie Ziguan is getting married... Are you... Ok?" Yi Xiaomin looked at Li Chunchun worriedly. "Oh... That's it... Getting married... It's good for him... It's good for me..." Li Chunchun held the pen in his hand for a long time, and his eye circles turned red. He didn't know whether it was sadness, heartache, or reluctance, maybe both. The person who bloomed in anger from the very beginning in my life, it turns out that we have both lost it.