"Let's go, take good care of yourself, and don't see us again~"
Qin Cen threw away the cigarette in his hand and left without even looking back...
I thought I hated you, but the tears in the corners of my eyes still betrayed me. All those eight years flew away on that day on the plane to Paris.
Intention: When you don't cherish it, no matter how much you love, it will be sad and ridiculous