Qin Shaobai did not expect to meet Qi Jingren here.
He had prepared not to see her again for three to five months, or even five to ten years, building a solid wall around his heart, but did not expect it to completely collapse at this moment.
Qin Shaobai stood a few meters away, quietly watching Qi Jingren, just like every time before, looking at her with indulgent eyes, watching her smile, watching her play around, watching her quietness and her beauty.
[Years later, when Qin Shaobai recalled this scene, he felt that he must have completely sunk into the mire called Qi Jingren at this moment. He always inexplicably did things that he couldn't understand or fathom. Perhaps this was the beginning of an affection, just because her uniqueness deeply infected him, making him unable to extricate himself.]
A dance ended, and Qi Jingren was already drenched in sweat, which soaked her T-shirt, clinging tightly to her body, highlighting her graceful figure.
