"My surname is Xia, Xia Qingen."
She didn't know that when she casually glanced at the whole class with her indifferent and unruly eyes, introduced herself in a casual tone, and dragged her decadent back, her life quietly broke into a person she had never met. I should say, two.
Some people don't believe in love at first sight, but they believe in fate.
Such as Enlu.
Even in the long future, Xia Enlu still feels that Zhang He has always been his blessing. Without him, I would not have myself, and I would not have met the person named Tang Jinzhu.
The sad and decadent smoke rings appear like a flash in the pan on the rooftop on the 29th floor. The dark night wind swept over the fence, giving people a slight illusion that the railings were also shivering from the cold. Even the soul of the smoke ring was pulled away and withered into wet dew.
Heavy, messy dust. Cigarette butts curled up all over the floor. Smoking all night long. Rooftop.
Zhang He leaned on the fence, blowing out another perfect smoke ring at the faint dawn, watching it faint, fail, disappear and then disappear. There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.