Their first encounter was not a good one, with broken products everywhere, dazzling incandescent lights, and bruises that looked painful.
In the backlight at the branch door, He Qingfeng heard inexplicably and amusingly the boy opposite asking questions that had nothing to do with him, but he still responded politely with a superficial answer.
He thought at the time how could anyone care so much about what a stranger thought? Too naive to know what to say.
But a long time later, he had to hold on tightly to these little "cares" in the past in order to survive the long and chaotic days and nights of loneliness as if he could relieve the pain.
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This eye that pursues him, this body that subconsciously approaches him but has to restrain its actions when it encounters him, when will it obey its will and stand in a place where the other party can see it and run towards him?
Purpose: Live hard