"Hey, Senior Qian Liu, I support you in pursuing Sister Tang... Although I also encourage her to pursue Jiu Qian Mo~ But I don't want you to have any regrets. At least you have to work hard." The light-colored lips were moistened by rain.
The passing cherry blossoms bloomed with a bright and delicate luster. She raised the corners of her lips and smiled.
At that moment, Qian Liu believed...angels really existed.
Xinqing returned the bracelet to Qianliu, but Qianliu grabbed it with her backhand: "Why don't you hold it? Do you dislike me too?" His desire had never been so strong. He wanted to hear her say:
No.
"Well... I guess, I don't like second-hand goods." A quiet smile appeared on her lips. Scattered petals fell in response to the situation, and Qian Liu licked her lips.
Xinqing saw that Qianliu had no intention of taking it back: "Ahem, senior Qianliu, there is a saying that is very cliché, but very practical. If it doesn't belong to me, it's not mine. Even if I take advantage of others' danger and snatch it away, it will still be mine."
It’s not mine either, so I usually don’t ask for second-hand goods that others don’t use, because it’s tainted with other people’s atmosphere.”
Qianliu took half a step back, and Xinqing held his hand. "Senior Qianliu?" Her big eyes flickered, and Qianliu smiled widely.
"It belongs to you now, and the breath it contains... is only mine. If you don't accept it, then you dislike me." His short hair was messy and flying, like the desperate wings of a moth about to fly into the flames.
"Okay." Xinqing took Qianliu's bracelet and put it on her left wrist. Qianliu took her hand: "Let's go, drink with me, chat with me, and enjoy the moon with me."