Cheng Yun pulled the white suitcase--it was once said by Liao Xianyan that it couldn't bear to get dirty.
It was like going back to that day again, the conversation between the two was still floating in my mind.
Unknowingly, she actually stayed in that city for a whole year.
Whether that year, they were all happy,
Whether that year, they all had a hard time and a happy life.
"Cheng Yun!"
There was a sound in his ears, and Cheng Yun was stunned. His eyes slowly turned red and his pupils dilated. But when he turned his head, the sound disappeared again among the crowds of people.
Her intuition told her that it was Liao Xianyan.
But the sound didn't sound like... Which step was wrong?
Did she admit her mistake? But how could she not recognize his voice?
Cheng Yun clasped his fingers hard in the palm of his hand, and his nails were embedded in the flesh, causing pain.
Heart-scratching and lung-scratching pain. Indescribable pain.
Cheng Yun turned back and took the suitcase to check in.
Everything is confused.
In that year, they were all relieved.
"Liao Xianyan, goodbye."
Intention: Be happy