Xiao Han comes back later and later.
Zhang You suddenly realized when he was putting the cold food into the yellowed refrigerator again.
Since when?
His consciousness drifted away, recalling the four-year journey between them, those self-righteous and sweet days, and the corner of his mouth cracked with a bitter angle.
Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes are slender and my lips are too thick. When I open my mouth slightly, my yellow teeth are exposed. The only visible skin is pale and rough, which has been tempered by four years of ups and downs, not to mention the obvious black and puffy bags under the eyes.
I was not good-looking in the first place, but now I am even more unsightly due to the vicissitudes of life.