On the night when the college entrance examination results were announced, the phone line was filled with the sound of sleepless cicadas. At the end of the chatter, a friend suddenly attacked: "Is this all about you and Xie Zeyu? Do you have his contact information?"
Lu Ranhan's silence spread into the summer night, three seconds, five seconds——
"We're in a group."
The sound is thrown into the air, as light as a cloud,
"If you want to have it... You can have it."
The current of regret came from the receiver. Lu Ranhan understood what her friend meant, but she had her own stubbornness. "I don't like him. Anyone else who is observed like this by me will be very beautiful and dazzling."
Lu Ranhan didn't feel sorry, she thought it was nothing. She is just very careful and sensitive, not just in love. How can a good impression be considered as liking? She had already thought about forgetting Xie Zeyu after the college entrance examination. But she also has a sense of ritual and will always keep a diary of observations and records of Xie Zeyu.
Lu Ranhan likes to be hazy and undecided. What she wants is a souvenir, not a trophy.
Label? Ending?
Lu Ranhan sneered——
She loves all unfinished weather,
For example, at this moment, my heartbeat will always stop at
The vibration frequency will be unknown.
Purpose: Some stories can live forever only if they stay in chaos