Sixteen-year-old Li Xiaoshi met a person who should not have appeared in his dim world.
Eighteen-year-old Li Xiaoshi still met someone who pushed him into the abyss.
Twenty-six-year-old Li Xiaoshi still met this person. He thought he would never see him again in this life, until he remembered the voice that shocked his soul.
"Sir, I'm sorry for the long wait. This is the margarita you ordered."
"Yeah."
Li Xiaoshi didn't dare to raise his head or even move. In other words, Li Xiaoshi was already stiff at this time.
Meeting Ou Guangyang again was like his own dream. After all, beautiful things often exist in sleep and can only be recalled but cannot be retrieved.
"Seven years, you..."
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, I'm fine too."
Hope so.
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