A simple question, but Xiao Zhiyuan was stunned, tongue-tied, extremely embarrassed.
Sang Zijin's hand was still on the car door, but he trembled unconsciously, showing a wry smile, and said softly, " I knew that this job was so easy. "
Xiao Zhiyuan looked at the background where she left, thin and frail.
Is this really the feeling of distress? He took a deep breath, as if this could relieve the faint soreness in his heart. As the car started to leave, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, but he just thought over and over in his heart, what exactly is love?
Worrying about gains and losses, giving everything, or not turning back?
If this is love, he has really fallen too deep.
Sang Zijin went back to the dormitory, changed out of her wet clothes, cooked a
