"Let's get together after the college entrance examination."
The girl's originally clear and smiling eyes dimmed little by little with these words, just like the sunset behind her sinking into the horizon inch by inch.
The hair on the young man's forehead swayed slightly in the evening breeze, and his elbows resting on the railing were unnaturally stiff.
"Zhao Jingyu", the girl pursed her lips, lowered her eyelids, bit her lower lip gently, and replied slowly word by word, "I have never seen love look good since I was a child."
I have seen all the selfishness and indifference of people in the world towards relationships, and sometimes I don't really believe in the so-called deep love.
I hate that kind of life and I hate that kind of myself.
I'm not sure if I can give you good love like this.
"What a coincidence, me too," behind the nonchalant tone was the young man's careful protection and dense heartache.
Intention: Please still believe in love