That face that seemed from another world was like a passerby, facing me from the side, and passed me by without any sincerity.
Lu Wenyuan, it turns out you are back too, um, yes, if Ruoruo is back, why don't you come back? The young boy in his memory is now a successful man with cool eyes and a suit. My heart skipped a beat, and I continued to eat my medium-rare veal steak. The person I liked told me long ago that he had someone in his heart.
I can no longer find the Lu Wenyuan I once was, and I am no longer the girl who loved him wholeheartedly. It turned out that I was embarrassed and said: I like you! Then he said humbly: I'm sorry, I didn't know the person you liked was Ruoruo! That kind of Momo is just a dream that Xu Qianxian had, with pain and a slight peach blossom color. After waking up from the dream, it no longer matters what happened in the dream.
I was just a passerby, acting as a sparring partner in their long-distance love race. Being vaguely involved was a fate destined for them.