Huang Xiaojue has never been able to escape the shadow of Huang's mother.
"Xixi, sometimes, when you randomly choose a path, you can only continue down that path..."
Her heart sank.
"In that case, just keep walking it well."
Huang Xiaojue spoke lightly, and she answered lightly as well—not knowing why, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife—even somewhat confused: Is it because there's no love anymore, that it's come to this???
Xixi, so it turns out you have no feelings for me at all!
"Xiaojue, as long as you feel happy, that's enough."
He thought, do you think I can still be happy?
However, he said nothing, still speaking lightly: "Don't worry, I will be happy."
At the airport, getting out of the car, someone came to open the car door.
Yan Xixi was stunned for a moment upon seeing this person.
The young man looked very familiar, his manner was very polite: "Miss Yan, I am Lin Zhiyun, just call me Xiaolin. I will take you to Boston."
