Perhaps I should have been more polite and made some proper small talk, like asking when Lu Qianwan came back to the country, how long he'd been working at that hospital, or whether he'd had dinner. There were plenty of things I could have asked, and at least the conversation wouldn't have felt so stiff. But Song Li didn't want to say a single word. He couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the man standing right in front of him, who might as well have been his ex-boyfriend.
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*The sweet feelings of youth.
Lu Qianwan x Song Li
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[One chapter every day at 10:00 p.m.]
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Enjoy reading.
Theme: The boy I liked.
Cry and scatter flowers after finishing