Jiang Zeheng's white moonlight returned, and Cheng Nuo'er clicked on the phone she had been wanting to look at for three years but didn't dare to look at it, and easily found their chat.
"Ze Heng, are you with her?"
"No"
"I haven't said who she is yet"
"Or my intuition about you has regressed."
"Just friends"
Looking at the chat history between the two people a week ago, Cheng Nuoer's heart was suddenly hit. They are just ordinary friends, just ordinary friends. Jiang Zeheng, I don't want to do it anymore. I want to stop loving you. This kind of affair is coming to an end.
These three years, just treat it as a sweet secret dream. I will completely forget you, Jiang Zeheng. My disappearance should leave some traces in your heart.
In the silent night, Cheng Nuo'er stood up and looked at Jiang Zeheng who was sleeping. The refreshing fir breath invaded the nasal cavity domineeringly. A tear ran uncontrollably across the white face and fell on the high bridge of his nose. The thick black eyelashes trembled. She turned around in panic and lay down. The tears disappeared into the black pillow along the corners of her eyes.
Concept: modern romance