"Talk."
The half-opened car window was knocked twice. Yuan Xiao lowered it completely and looked at the visitor calmly: "What are you talking about?"
"Who knows?" Duan Yizhou put his arm on the edge of the car window, leaning in slightly, his eyes misty, "Maybe it's not bad to be in love."
"Didn't we break up on this eight hundred years ago?" Yuan Xiao frowned because of the smell of alcohol he sprayed out while speaking.
"It's my first time, no experience."
"Aren't you going to change someone the second time?"
"No way, I only have experience with one person."
Intention: Respect each other, no matter high or low, no matter how high or low