“Brother Xiao, I’m tired when I send me back.” Her words made Xiao Ming nod, and she didn’t say much, just took off his coat and put it on Shen Jinman’s slightly thin back.
Lin Weiwei watched them leave together, and Gu Moran seemed to have no intention of going out to chase her, and ripples appeared on her soft smile.
“Dear, thank you for being so happy.” She raised her red wine glass and looked at Gu Moran softly. Gu Moran’s deep eyes fell into the bottom of the lake as Shen Jinman’s figure disappeared. Only he understood the cold feeling.
Although Gu Moran held the cup without saying anything, he still collided with the cup in Lin Weiwei’s hand. The crisp sound of the cup made her heart laugh.
The cold wind in the middle of the night made Shen Jinman pull her clothes, and when she walked out of the restaurant door, her tears couldn’t stop falling. She couldn’t stand what she called strength, and her pain burst out for a moment, causing her heart to break without any trace.
“Jinman, if you want to cry, just cry. I, Xiao Ming, will always be your shoulders.” Shen Jinman’s crying made Xiao Ming’s heart mess up. He patted her back with his hand and felt her emotions. His eyes were cold and unrestrained at the streets. .
The cold night comes with an upsetting mood.
After dinner, Gu Moran walked out of the restaurant door with Lin Weiwei. He stood at the door of the restaurant and took out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it on his lips as gorgeous as cherry blossoms. He took out a lighter and slowly lit it.