It was a short greeting from Shen Qian'an.
"Are you okay?"
"I miss you so much!"
He then sent another message," I just want to know if you're doing well and if you' re eating or sleeping on time." If it was too uncomfortable, don't hold it in. It would be more comfortable to cry ……"
If one loved someone, they would be humble to the dust, so would Shen Qian'an proud child of heaven.
A trace of sourness poured into the nasal cavity from the bottom of the heart.
The phone's screen gradually became blurry and wet liquid slid down its cheeks.
Shen Qian'an, sorry, sorry...
The feelings of grievance, guilt, longing, and other complicated emotions mixed together, almost overflowing.
Cen Xiaoxi put down his phone and covered his mouth with both hands, trying his best not to cry.
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