The latest news is being broadcast on the big screen at Lincheng International Airport.
"According to our reporter's report, the well-known writer Mr. Lingqi died at home at one o'clock in the morning today..."
Wearing a dark gray custom-made suit, Lu Nan pursed her thin lips tightly and was surrounded by a group of people in the center.
Zero seven? Mingming and I were sitting in a cafe abroad talking to each other a week ago. At that time, Lu Nan was leaning on the sofa, staring directly at the gentle and gentle Ling Yi in front of him with a pair of deep eyes.
"Have you not let me go yet?"
What was Ling Yi's reaction at that time? Looking at him without fear, after a long stalemate, Lu Nan heard his laughter, which was very soft.
Ling Yi didn't answer the question until the coffee cooled down.
Only then did Lu Nan realize that Ling Yi's silence at that time had already given him the answer.
He chose to use death to answer his original sentence, "I just want to be someone's own asteroid 0915."
Concept: When love disappears, memory disappears