Xu Jiazhou stood in the shadow of the old residential building, secretly spying on Meng Qianheng who was bathed in the sun. The girl's hair reflected a healthy luster, and her face, which was not stunning at all, was so soft and unique at this moment, and the upturned corners of her mouth hid the sweetness of memories. He knew it was time to go. No matter what, he couldn't delay this dusk. If he was destined to miss it in this life, this emotion was destined to be in the dark. He also admitted it. After all, there were hundreds of millions of people in the world, and meeting him was already a lottery. What's more, he and Meng Qianheng had known each other for thirty years. During this period, he didn't know how many people Meng Qianheng had loved. What was certain was that Qianheng was the only one in his heart, and he no longer struggled with the marriage that existed in name only.
Purpose: pure love in adolescence