Looking at the hazy night, Chen Lu slowly took out his phone.

Suddenly seeing Mo Yuqing, whom he had pinned to the top of his chat list for several years, he hesitated for a long time before finally unpinning her.

I went to QQ again and canceled the "special attention" feature.

Think back to how I used to send good morning and good night messages every single day without fail;

I actively seek out various topics every day, and I feel anxious if I don't get a reply.

I carefully considered every word, afraid of killing the conversation.

She took the occasional slow reply as a form of rebellion against Mo Yuqing's slow response.

How despicable, Chen Lu.

Chen Lu smiled wryly as he scrolled through his chat history with Mo Yuqing.

They sent several messages to each other, but the other party only replied with one or two.

You can find a lot of green bubbles on any page, with very few white ones.

As he did these things, the night view outside the window became increasingly blurry in his eyes.

Even though he was the one who unpinned someone else's post, Chen Lu didn't know why he was the one who was sad.

After sniffing, she sent a message to Jiang Chao.

Chen Lu: "Boss, I'm going home. You guys have fun."

Jiang Chao: "Go back, go back. These two are really bad. They died almost twenty times in one game. It's better if you don't come."

Chen Lu smiled slightly after seeing it, and just as he was about to turn off the screen, he saw another message from Jiang Chao.

Jiang Chao: "I thought you'd suddenly become really hardworking and win that girl over. (laughs)"

Chen Lu: "Get lost. I haven't even added you on WeChat. I've already screenshotted what you said and sent it to your girlfriend."

Jiang Chao: "Σσ(?Д?；) There's really no need for that. After you've finished crying, get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, remember that you still have us."

Chen Lu was somewhat taken aback when he saw Jiang Chao's message.

You can reply instantly even when you're playing games, why can't Mo Yuqing?

She never replies to my messages quickly...

It was almost one o'clock when Chen Lu arrived at his building.

I checked my own windows and only felt relieved after finding that the lights were off.

I never come back if I go home after my parents have fallen asleep and leave before they wake up!

Thinking of all this, Chen Lu quietly crept up there.

Like a thief, he sneaked into his room, opened the locked drawer, and took out everything related to Mo Yuqing, intending to throw it away.

Suddenly I saw a bracelet with only one wooden bead.

I can't believe I still kept this?

After hesitating for a while, the bracelet obediently went into the empty drawer.

Everything related to Mo Yuqing is gone.

...

Having not felt warmth from others for a long time, Liang Zhirou had a very heartwarming dream. She dreamt of the past, an experience that has healed her and helped her get through this.

That happened more than ten years ago.

A little girl squatted in the sand in the park, silently watching other children climb up and down the slide.

Her bright eyes were slightly red, clearly from crying.

Because she came from a mountain village, she didn't dare to go up and play with them.

This inferiority complex seemed to be innate, because she had never seen anything that others took for granted.

She... didn't know what any of these things were either.

Just then, a little boy walked over and squatted down next to her.

"Why are you unhappy?" The boy's tone was very gentle; this was the first time anyone had spoken to her like this since she came to this city.

"Because Dad has an incurable disease."

The little girl's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke, and she looked very aggrieved.

This was her first time visiting the big city she had imagined.

Contrary to my expectations, Hangzhou seemed to be filled only with the noisy honking of cars and the smell of disinfectant in hospitals.

Even though it was crowded with people everywhere, the distance between people seemed to be particularly far.

Unlike in the village, no one would offer to help anyone else. She could only follow her worried mother around the hospital, asking how to register and pay the fees.

Seeing her mother's bewildered and helpless expression when she was ignored, she only regretted that she hadn't grown up yet.

The boy nodded silently, and after a long silence, he pointed to a few children blowing bubbles in the distance and said softly, "It's best to distract yourself at times like this. Do you want to play with a bubble machine? Just press a button and lots and lots of bubbles will fly out. It's a lot of fun."

“My family is poor and can’t afford this.”

The little girl lowered her head even further.

"Luckily, I happened to have two!"

The little boy spoke excitedly, and at the same time, he handed her the only bubble machine he had. You could not see a trace of hypocrisy or reluctance in his innocent eyes.

"Let's each take one."

Seeing that the girl seemed a little skeptical, the boy chuckled and said, "The other one is at home, and it's even better than this one, so I don't want to take it out, lest they break it."

"What's your name?" The little girl reluctantly believed her and rubbed her reddened eyes.

Even though she knew she would never see him again in her life, she still wanted to ask.

"I'm Flame Dragon Warrior!" the boy said, then stuffed all the fruit candies in his pocket into her hands. "Anyway, when you're sad, just eat a candy."

"Here, take this..." The girl handed the wooden bracelet from her wrist to the other person. "My mother always said that we should reciprocate, so I can't just take your things for nothing..."

She made it herself, so there was only one wooden bead and one red string.

The wooden beads were polished very smoothly, which required a great deal of patience. It's hard to imagine that a little girl made them all by herself.

"Thanks!"

Just as the boy was about to ask her name, he was pulled away by a girl dressed in designer clothes.

...

Half-asleep, Liang Zhirou smiled gently and lowered her eyes to cover her haggard mother with the blanket.

She applied to this university because she wanted to come back to this city.

This city has millions of people, and I don't expect to see you again.

But we can always see the same cloud.