I lit my 67th cigarette this month and she still hasn't come back. Shen Jiayi did not take the cigarette into his mouth, but let it burn. The cold wind blew out the last scarlet in the darkness.
He has gotten better, no longer messing around, and no longer addicted to cigarettes. He only lights one when missing her is really unbearable. Shen Jiayi slowly slid down with his back against the wall, took out his cell phone and dialed the number that was engraved in his heart countless times. Just endless busy signals. Song Zhiran, have you had enough fun? Come back when you've had enough fun...
Intention: They are each other's light and salvation