"Which one makes you regret more, getting him or losing him?"
Shen Pan leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes and lit a cigarette: "I once had him."
"Panpan." The man couldn't keep his eyes open as he slept, and slowly uttered two words between his lips and teeth. But it was enough to wake up Shen Pan instantly. As he rose to the edge of destruction, these two words were all in his mind.
Panpan.
"He should stand there, he deserves to be loved by everyone."
"What about you?"
"I want him to stand there."