Hearing her words, Tang Song let out a breath.
The scenes that played out on the playground in the dream replayed once again.
Liu Qingning wrapped her arms around her bent legs, resting her white chin on her knees, "I suddenly realized, I might not really understand you, oh no, I mean I don't understand the you of now."
"Qingning, I'm sorry..." Tang Song's eyes flickered, and he hesitated to speak.
Faced with his first love, it was finally time to lay everything on the table, and there was an indescribable ripple in his heart.
"No, it's not that." Liu Qingning shook her head, "I also have a lot of issues, you had no obligation to tell me these things, and I never realized it."
During college, she and Tang Song were separated by distance.
Most of the time she was busy, busy with studies, clubs, part-time jobs...
They only met occasionally on holidays.
Tang Song was no longer like he was in high school, in her peripheral vision and orbiting around her world.
