She slowly reached out towards Yang Jinchu's cheek, her fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Just as her hand was about to touch him,
Suddenly, Yu Guangli caught a glimpse of the scene outside the window—
Jingmin's slender figure stood in the night.
I don't know when, but I was hit by a speeding bicycle.
He staggered back a few steps, nearly falling to the ground.
His face was already pale.
That sudden movement seemed to have completely thrown him off balance; he swayed a couple of times before barely managing to regain his footing.
But he never looked away, his gaze piercing through the glass like ice.
She was locked straight in the coffee shop.
Chu Wuyang's heart tightened suddenly, and she couldn't care less about anything else.
He suddenly pulled his hand back.
Almost instinctively, he rushed towards the door.
Yang Jinchu watched as Chu Wuyang quickly withdrew her hand.
My heart feels as if a piece has been ripped out of me, leaving me feeling utterly empty.
The lingering warmth on my fingertips was quickly dissipated by the cold wind before I could even fully appreciate it.
Watching Chu Wuyang push open the door,
She rushed towards Jing Min without hesitation, as if even a moment's hesitation would be a betrayal of him.
He stood inside the door, his hands slowly clenching into fists until his knuckles turned white.
Seen through the glass,
Jing Min staggered to his feet, looked at the glass, and gave a very faint smile.
It seemed like something expected, even carrying a hint of triumphant certainty.
Yang Jinchu closed his eyes with a bitter smile.
It turns out that no matter how many years have passed,
As long as Jingmin shows even the slightest vulnerability,
Chu Wuyang would rush over without hesitation, using all her tenderness to fill that crack.
And what about him?
He stood there, not even worthy of making her turn around.
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