Di Mingchen spoke, his eyes gradually dimming as he lowered his gaze and forced a smile, "Alright, I've said what I wanted to say. I'm leaving."
After saying this, he turned and left, with a firm resolve and no hint of nostalgia.
Nangong Ran was stunned, watching his tall figure stride with confidence, yet there was a sense of bleakness and loneliness.
"Di Mingchen!" Nangong Ran suddenly called out.
He turned to look at her.
The warm winter sun cast on his face had an indefinable taste, calm as a mountain, deep as the sea.
Nangong Ran looked at him and suddenly shouted, "Are we still the same as before?"
Di Mingchen looked at her, squinted slightly, nodded without hesitation, and answered loudly, "The same."
"Then can I smoke in front of you?" Nangong Ran stepped forward and asked.
"You can." Di Mingchen still nodded without hesitation.
"Can we smoke a cigarette together?" Nangong Ran stepped forward again.
"Sure." Di Mingchen nodded.
"Then can I borrow money from you?"
