Hand Holding

Zhang Yajun left.

When he came, he left without a sound.

He didn't even bother to greet Su Wei'er and Lu Chen. After all, in such an environment, it was better not to disturb them.

Zhang Yajun could tell that Su Wei'er was happy.

When she was with Lu Chen, she smiled a lot. It was a kind of undisguised laughter, not the smile they had with each other. It was a reserved smile, more or less perfunctory.

It was said that the love field was like a battlefield, but Zhang Yajun didn't understand why the battle had already ended before it had even begun.

"Where did I lose?"

"Too late? Or did he not confess in time to Su Wei'er? In all the years we've been together, if we were to express our feelings earlier, wouldn't the outcome be completely different? "

He felt a tearing sensation in his chest, causing him to feel pain. The spacious carriage was also suffocating.

"The window is open." Zhang Yajun said.