"Alright, alright, just go on your own then."

Feng Qing died, Ying Tong squatted in the dormitory toilet, and stayed dazed for a long time.

Why not be moved?

She didn't know either.

After the holiday ended, Ying Tong resumed her previous calm and ordinary life.

The weather in late autumn suddenly dropped. With only occasional warm sunshine in a day, she felt like she was about to grow moldy. So, she grabbed a book and ran to the deserted playground to sit alone. Many people came out because of the warm afternoon.

If there is such a thing as fate in this world, Fang Wei and Ying Tong should be regarded as an entangled relationship of profound grievances.

The girl wearing a baseball uniform is relatively short. She tries hard to tiptoe and kiss the person who is much taller than her height. That is a handsome girl.

He had yellow hair, a slender yet not fragile figure. With a cigarette in his hand, he took a puff and blew the smoke onto the face of a short girl. Arrogant, ambiguous, seductive, he left no room for argument.

Fang Wei was teasing this adorable girl who was like a doll, and his gaze casually drifted, catching sight of a familiar figure.

She looked up high, her hands resting on the grass behind her. The warm sunlight poured onto her face, making the whole scene come alive and beautiful because of that person.

"What are you looking at?"

The voice of the adorable girl was sweet like candy, coquettish, and her calling voice was particularly gentle. Fang Wei couldn't help but make a "shh" gesture towards her. The adorable girl followed her gaze and looked over, only to see the silhouette of a not-so-noticeable girl on the lawn.

The girl's expression immediately changed.

"Don't follow me, go and play on your own, be good."

Fang Wei snuffed out his cigarette and his gaze seemed to be fixed on the side profile of the girl as he slowly approached.

"Beauty, are you alone?"

The abrupt sound caused Ying Tong to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Fang Wei's handsome face.

"......"

She suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably all over her body, unsure whether it was due to excitement, fear, or some other reason.

"What kind of look is that in your eyes? You forgot about me after such a long time apart."

"Why, why are you here?"

Will she not come along with us?

"Don't misunderstand, it's just a coincidence. I came out to catch some sun."

"Mm, the sun is unusually bright today."

Ying Tong's voice was gentle and soft, like the delicate fluff of a willow tree, gently tugging at Fang Wei's restless heart.

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Sure enough, whether it's been a day, half a month, or a whole month of not seeing each other, upon meeting again, she would still be attracted by this soft voice, still be captivated by the way she speaks and every gesture she makes.

"How have these days been without me?"

Without my annoyance, do you miss me?

"It's quite good, there's nothing different."

Apart from you, life remains unchanged.

"I actually missed you."

When sleeping with others, I hope their moans sound as pleasant as yours. Sometimes, I wish Zou Tong wouldn't be so promiscuous. It would be nice if she could pretend to be a bit shy and pure. Occasionally, when we're alone together, I remember your unremarkable face.

"You will apologize to your girlfriend."

You shouldn't have thought about me.

Ying Tong didn't want to look at Fang Wei's face. She suddenly felt a strange danger, one that could make her tremble and lose her sense of direction.

Actually, I was lying to you. I don't have a girlfriend, but I have had relationships before and we still keep in touch. We are good friends now.

"I've thought it through, and I still want to invite you to dinner."

Fang Wei's heart pounded, and her hand trembled slightly. This kind of pursuit, carefully confessing her feelings, made her experience a long-lost sense of nervousness and excitement.

She was also someone who could feel those emotions, a simple touch of affection, a beautiful admiration.