Xie Xiao lowered his head and hummed something incomprehensible to himself: If only there was always tomorrow, if only tomorrow was always there...
Gong Shang knew everything, so she chose to let go of Xie Xiao's hand. Xie Xiao smoked cigarettes at night, crying and crying forever. She understood that she owed him not only three years, but also the role of being by his side in those three years.
Intention: Positive and enterprising