The golden ginkgo leaves sway, finally falling at the feet of Tang Song.
The voice of the first love still echoes in his ears, real and warm.
It also finally confirms that this is not his illusion.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
The sound of the heartbeat reverberates violently in the chest cavity, like drums beating against Tang Song’s eardrums.
For his youth, Liu Qingning is the most direct symbol and representative.
They lay on the playground, basking in the sun, talking about the beautiful future.
They hid under the eaves, watching the rain in the sky, talking about interesting things around them.
They sat in the classroom, arms touching, exchanging ideas for solving problems.
...
She is the brightest color of that period, the softest part of his heart, and the first love he chased in countless dreams but could never reach.
At this mont, she seems to have walked out from the depths of his mory.
A clean, fair cheek; a gentle, flowing ponytail; eyes clear like water...
Everything overlaps with the girl in his mory, as if ti has left no trace on her.
Seeing Tang Song still silent, just looking at her.
Liu Qingning shyly raised her hand to tuck the stray hair behind her ear, her wrist gleaming like white porcelain in the night.
Then she extended her right foot and took a big step toward his direction.
"Tap, tap—"
The distance between them was less than half a ter.
The warm street lamp overhead envelops their silhouettes.
Liu Qingning raised her head, looking at him.
Suddenly, she smiled, her eyelashes fluttering, casting intricate shadows on her cheeks.
Like two small brushes, repeatedly stirring Tang Song’s excited heart.
The evening breeze gently blew from behind her, carrying her scent into his nostrils.
Tang Song lowered his head, examining her slightly chubby egg-shaped face, his eyes gradually becoming moist.
He opened his mouth but found his throat too dry to speak.
Liu Qingning reached out her fingers and pinched his high bridge of the nose, her tone sowhat playful: "Hey, if you don’t speak, I’m going to disappear."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was suddenly embraced tightly.
His hot breath sprayed on her ear, causing her heartbeat to accelerate instantly.
Liu Qingning’s body stiffened for a mont, gradually relaxing, reaching out to encircle his strong waist and back, gently closing her eyes.
Feeling the temperature of the first love, breathing the familiar scent on her, Tang Song’s heart gradually cald down.
"Why did you suddenly co over? You just finished the press conference today, you should be resting."
"Exactly." Liu Qingning’s voice was gentle, as if afraid of breaking the rare tranquility, "So I ca to Yan City, to rest and vacation here, am I not welco?"
"Of course you are welco, I’ve always wanted to show you my ho in Yan City." As soon as Tang Song finished speaking, his shoulder was suddenly bitten.
Liu Qingning released her mouth, her voice carrying emotion: "I don’t want to see."
The reason she had been afraid to co was an important one – fearing to see the everyday monts of Wen Ruan and Tang Song’s life.
Their clothes, shoes, skincare products...
These everyday trivial scenes would remind her that he was no longer the Tang Song who belonged only to her.
This ti she hurried over because she knew Wen Ruan would be staying in Shen City for two to three days.
This ans she can spend ti alone with Tang Song, have a good chat.
Listening to Liu Qingning’s words, the guilt buried deep in Tang Song’s heart surged up again, "I’m sorry."
"If saying sorry worked, what do we need police for? You scumbag!" Liu Qingning opened her small cherry mouth, biting heavily on his neck.
"Ah!" Tang Song gasped, holding her a little tighter.
Facing the first love, his entanglent cos from guilt.
Liu Qingning had sacrificed a lot for him, and she had been planning to buy a house in Yan City.
To Tang Song, who has liked her for so many years, this impact is indescribable.
If he had known about these before April, probably there wouldn’t have been the beautician, big sister, fake socialite...these people anyway.
"Alright." Liu Qingning pushed against his chest, "Let go of , there are people coming and going here."
Tang Song released his arms, stood upright, looked at her fresh and lovely face, unable to resist lowering his head to kiss her apple cheeks.
Soft and delicate, QQ bouncy, with a fragrance of skincare products.
Liu Qingning’s big, watery eyes widened a bit, under the dim street lamp, her face visibly flushed.
Her facial skin layer is thin, and when the weather is cold or when she’s shy, her cheeks beco red and adorable.
"Who allowed you to kiss ?"
She pretended to be angry, poking at his chest with her finger.
Tang Song’s mouth curved into a smile, and he lowered his head again.
"Smooch~~" A sound, especially clear in the quiet night.
Liu Qingning’s face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.
She lightly punched his chest, her voice carrying a coquettishness: "Hey, don’t go overboard! If you do, I will really get angry!"
Tang Song lowered his head again, "Smooch~~ Smooch~~"
Liu Qingning swayed left and right, but due to her petite stature, she couldn’t escape his range of attack.
Embarrassnt turned to anger, so she used her trump card, reaching out to tickle Tang Song.
"Hmph! See how I deal with you!" Liu Qingning threatened while accurately finding the spot on his waist most ticklish, scratching with force.
"Ow, stop! Surrender! I was wrong, okay?"
"I command you, don’t move!"
"rcy! Stop tickling, it’s too ticklish! Too ticklish! Wrong, wrong!"
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