That should be summer.
"You are great. You are the first depression patient I have seen who recovered so quickly." The doctor closed the case, "But it may relapse. You should pay more attention and exercise more..."
It doesn't matter anymore.
Lin Jinrun really didn't expect that he would see him again.
Su Shimao, his first love.
The wine glass clinked when touched lightly.
Before Lin Jinrun could see clearly who it was, his hands were shaking with fright from the voice.
The champagne in the glass rippled.
"Long time no see."
He should have avoided Su Shimao.
"Are you okay?" Su Shimao asked
"Is Mr. Su drunk?" Lin Jinrun asked in French.
Lin Jinrun originally thought that Su Shimao would ask him why he left.
The falling pen was like a knife, poking at the tip of his heart, one stroke after another, one after another.
His breathing stopped and tears filled his eyes.
Maybe he doesn't like me that much either.
Lin Jinrun thought mockingly.
Anyway, I am no longer as young as I was then...
Intention: You and I are both undecided in life