Like a wandering spirit, Lu yansu fluttered back home. Without even taking off his clothes, he plopped onto the bed and rolled up the blanket. With a dazed look, he stared at the snow-white wall.
He pursed his lips and took out his phone sadly. He looked at the familiar number and hesitated.
He dragged it to the blacklist.
Then, he threw his phone away.
Xiaxia, goodbye ...
Lu yansu muttered in his heart.
His fingers pinched the thin quilt, and his joints were almost white. His dark eyes were a little unfocused, and the coldness and alienation from when they first met had faded. The young man's current appearance made people's hearts ache.
Lu yansu asked himself.
Does it hurt?
.. How could it not hurt?
Xiaxia, you've wreaked havoc in my life for an entire youth. You're so deep that you can erase anyone who tries to invade my life again.
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