Two people walked one after another on the side road of Nanhu Avenue, the roadside trees were sparse, and the winter sun bleached everything into a vast white, Zhou Sinin did not carry an umbrella.
She suddenly recalled a detail.
In the summer, Lu Jincheng always kept a sun umbrella in the car, and if the sun was blazing, he would hold it over her head.
He would chuckle and tease, "Our baby's skin is so fair, it would be a pity if it got tanned."
He had once cherished her like a treasure, but today he was empty-handed too.
Ah, men.
Zhou Sinin silently continued walking in the shade, humming quietly to herself, before she heard Lu Jincheng's response.
"I don't want to deal with it either, but the messages keep popping up in my face, what can I do?"
This punch brought their distance from a social one to an intimate one.
"..."
Zhou Sinin bit her lip, unknowingly walking shoulder to shoulder with the man.
The most familiar scent, after all, they had once been intimate lovers.
