"Perhaps one day, you'll understand that the fragile feelings between you and me are not love at all, but an illusion that we're both in a foreign country. If we meet again in the future, we'll pretend that we've never known each other!"
With that, mi Bing 'er hung up the phone decisively.
It was not until the phone's toot sound turned from the hanging up to a dark screen that Cheng Qian slowly took the phone away from his ear. He swallowed dryly and then looked at the empty parking lot and murmured in a low voice,""I'm sorry! Bing 'er! I hope you don't hate me!"
In the parking lot late at night, Cheng Qian dragged his heavy steps to the car, sat in the driver's seat and smoked.
Circles of smoke filled the entire car, and also filled his eyes and the path to the future.
He didn't know if he should call mi Bing 'er back or drive directly to si linna's place. In the end, he didn't do anything and just fell asleep ...
