Huo Tian snorted and quietly inched closer to Dai Shiqing's ear.
"Sister Qingqing, don't worry. I'll help you. When the time comes..."
The two girlfriends looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
...
Time passed very quickly. Even though Song Yaoyao couldn't bear to part with him, Song Wenchuan had to leave.
His eyes were red from the pain, and they were bloodshot.
"I'm leaving."
He waved his hand and said goodbye to Song Yaoyao.
The starlight in Song Yaoyao's eyes dimmed bit by bit. She reluctantly pulled on the corner of his shirt. "Brother, will you come again?"
Song Wenchuan chuckled and was silent for a moment.
In his silence, Song Yaoyao's eyelids drooped little by little. Her breath was listless, like an eggplant hit by frost.
