Han Geng flew economy class that day and walked through the ordinary aisle. He wore a long black coat and exaggerated sunglasses. His hair was much longer than before, hanging casually in front of his forehead. He was simple and clean, with an indifferent expression.
"There is nothing left to strive for, nothing left to cherish, no love left."
Han Geng went to see Heechul's CY and updated the password. When I typed those numbers, my fingertips were trembling and my eyes were dry. 840209 Was Han Geng's birthday.
Han Geng said that he finally understood that this is a plot that cannot be separated. It may be a bit obscure, but it is actually not too difficult to understand.
Some people will never be able to get close to them, never understand them, but never forget them; some people are destined to become memories.
"Jongsoo, who is Han Geng?"
Zhengzhu walked over, his figure swaying and crumbling. He endured the great grief, still with that warm and soft smile, his lips were pale and his face was haggard. He whispered to him,
"Han Geng is just a very ordinary friend."
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