From worker to friend; from friend to bedmate; and from bedmate to friend.
Fu Xiaoqian watched as the people beside Qi Shuyu became more and more complex. He was just one of them and could never be the only one.
He fell down bit by bit and became humble again and again.
Until Qi Shuyu really turned around, the man with the gentle smile was long gone.
Does every relationship have to go through such a role change before we can understand how valuable it is?
If so, why can't he come back?
Time is really like frying a poached egg. At first, it looked like it was still tender and needed more heat, but just in a blink of an eye, the egg was already fried.
Love has long since disappeared.
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