What Ge Jie said six years ago on the campus of the Academy of Fine Arts is like the video rewinding: "Qingqing, it's okay to play with noble men like them, but don't do it seriously, otherwise you will be the one who suffers the consequences when you can't get away."
Su Qingqing held the paint box in one hand, quickly licked the ice cream that melted faster than she ate it, and asked, "Aren't they human? Don't they have true feelings?"
"Yes." Ge Jie bit off the big cap of the ice cream in one bite and opened her mouth to breathe out from the cold, "It takes a certain life to come across such a rare thing."
Su Qingqing, who was young and energetic at the time, was unconvinced. If it was possible, why couldn't she happen to it? It was like buying a lottery ticket. Although the possibility of winning the jackpot was hopelessly low, the probability was fair to everyone.
At that time, she and Chen Shaoxi had just known each other for a month. Thinking about it now, Ge Jie was right, she paid for her youth and ignorance.
Chen Shaoxi appeared in front of her like this, on the first day of her return to the country, no, within the first hour of her return to the country.
Su Qingqing's back stiffened, and she took a forced breath to stay calm. The city in front of him remained the same as it had been three years ago. It was still as high-spirited and high-spirited as ever, making people unable to take their eyes away. Time seems to only destroy people like her who work hard to live.
Mission: True love never gives up. Love is about redeeming each other and becoming better selves.