Xu Weichen was lying on the bed, holding up his mobile phone, writing and deleting a line of words, deleting and writing, and flipping through the chat history several times. He didn't stop until the other party said "What's wrong?" And just stared at those three words in trance. He threw the phone aside, put an arm over his eyes, and was quiet for a long time. When the WeChat message alert sounded again, he picked up the phone again and clicked on the chat:
Gu.: Think about it carefully, take your time, don't be in a hurry.
Xu Weichen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, quickly pressed the send button, and at the same time quickly looked away from the conversation page. When the heartbeat gradually became more regular in the darkness, he turned his attention back to the phone and opened the screen carefully.
There is only one sentence above:
"Gu Xuting, I like you."
There is no following.
——"Hello, my phone is out of battery. Can I borrow yours to make a call?"
——"Gu... Xu... Ting..."
——"Well... C is big..."
——"I ordered an Americano. I don't know if you like it."
——"Xu Weichen..."
——"What's your mobile phone number? I can help you."
——"Well, A major, aerospace."
——"Well, thank you. Why are you here?"
I slowly approach you, slowly accompany you, slowly until the end of time.
Concept: Love is a long-lasting stream