Jun Yan

Lin Tong strenuously walked through the crowd, trotting all the way to behind Shi Yan, panting heavily, full of excitement.

The distance between him and him is exactly two arms away. If one takes another step and the other slows down, it is enough to touch each other.

Lin Tong ran two steps, gently put on Shi Yan's shoulder, and walked side by side with him, smiling flatteringly at Yan Yan: "Hi, classmate Shi Yan, I want to give you a love letter, can't I accept it?" accept?"

To strike up a conversation and confess without any shyness is too shameless.

He thought that the achievement was near, but Shi Yan brushed off the hand on his shoulder, without saying a word, and then walked towards the classroom indifferently.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes were calm and unmarked, almost indifferent and quiet.

Shi Yan gradually walked away, rejecting his wish cleanly and smartly. Normally, he would only smile mockingly and accept it calmly.

But why at the moment when the remaining warmth in his left hand dissipated, his heart felt like it had lost its warmth, and it suddenly felt chilly.

It was very painful, the piercing pain blatantly occupied his body and mind, and the crystal tears accumulated into rivers in the moist eye sockets.

There is a person who will never return, just like the water of the Yangtze River passing away in the east.