Not a Circle

Under the warm summer evening breeze. The dim street lights shone on the two of them, the deserted streets were desolate and quiet, and the warm evening breeze blew into Nie Qian's short hair. Shen Zuoyan remained motionless and faced the young man in front of him. "Add me" the young man confronted him with red eyes, the prayer in his eyes almost overflowing. Shen Zuoyan frowned tightly, his eyes fell on the QR code in front of him, which turned on and off, and repeated it countless times. He breathed a sigh of relief for a long time, seeming to be soft-hearted yet determined, with an embarrassment of rejection written all over his face. "Sorry, I don't add strangers" "Sorry, I don't add strangers" the voice was cold and ruthless It's completely different from when we first met Song Ting felt sore in his chest, and the pain in his chest was almost pouring out. Shen Zuoyan, in a suit and leather shoes, looked cold and distant as he passed by [Sunshine indifference vs. Depression and paranoia] Jinjiang's pioneering work Intention: The love that grows and fades away