After twelve years of growth, Min Jing said to Shen: "I will chase you again."
Ying Chen smiled and said yes.
That night, the two met at a bar. Min Jing's straight suit was wrinkled by the person in his arms. Ying Chen lay next to his ear, his voice hoarse with alcohol: "... I fucking miss you."
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Pretend to be calm, upright and accepting × mature and not self-controlled
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day