Su Tiyao never thought that he would meet He Chuanrui again.
The real purpose of this banquet was fully revealed under the lights as they drank and drank.
Su Tianyao tried hard to reduce her presence, but He Chuanrui pressed on her step by step, blocking her on the rooftop of the hotel.
"I've come to receive the love letter I promised you back then." His peach blossom eyes rose, with a smile on his face.
Looking at He Chuanrui's confident face, her heart suddenly ached. He was always like this, feeling that he could perfectly control everything he did, including people's hearts.
Su Tianyao took out the women's cigarettes and limited edition lighter in her handbag, and "pop" she lit the cigarette.
He Chuanrui frowned slightly.
He had said before that he couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes, but at this moment, Su Tiyao no longer wanted to accommodate him.
"Tear it up," Su Tiyao blew out the smoke ring in his mouth, and the smoke filled the space between the two of them. "Just that night"
Through the smoke, He Chuanrui seemed to see the glimmer of light flashing across the corner of her eyes, and the confidence on her face was replaced by panic.
He suddenly realized that this little girl who had been clamoring that she had to be with him no longer seemed to have to have her with him.
Su Tiyao was bullied at school when he was young and lacked a sense of security.
Her best friend forwarded a tweet to her to help her find a partner.
But she never thought that she would lose her heart in a one-month relationship. He was the one who was cruel, but it was she who regretted it first.
It took He Chuanrui six years to see her heart clearly, but when she saw it clearly, she no longer wanted him.
At the end of the story, He Chuan sat by his daughter's crib and told her a story about their past, while his son was pestering his wife in his crib, hoping that his beautiful mother could play with him for a while longer.
"We met in the summer, but that summer was too short, so I hope we can live a long life together."
-﹣Excerpted from the last love letter written by Su Tiyi when she was eighteen years old
Intention: Fall in love first, love later