Qin Lu just entered the first grade of junior high school this year, and another person disappeared from his life, as if he had disappeared from the world. He hated the feeling of leaving without saying goodbye, even though he had promised to celebrate his birthday the day before. Just like the candy his mother coaxed and stuffed into him in the middle of the night, he held the little astrology device tightly in his hand. I called Song Linshen many times, but all I got was a voice prompt that the other party had turned off his phone. He didn't cry. He hated Song Linshen and everyone who deceived him. That night, he sat on the balcony and stared at the balcony of his leader's house in a daze for a long time. The chat box with Song Linshen was on on his phone, but he had no intention to pay attention to it. But what he didn't notice was that the characters on the phone flashed slightly "The other party is typing...", But soon everything changed back to the original.
Intention: Let's talk about a love that is crowded with people in a dimly lit place