Behind him, Mason Quinn felt an inexplicable sense of loss as his best friend came up.
"Don't think about it. She's not someone you can dream about. Look at Mr. Moore's capabilities and wealth, we're a hundred thousand miles behind."
Mason Quinn forced a smile, "I'm not thinking about it, just a bit unwilling, but fine, I'll gradually move on."
"That's more like it! There's plenty of fish in the sea, right? I heard there are many beauties in this competition, all the campus flowers of various art departments. When the time comes, if you fancy someone, and you're too shy to ask for their WeChat, I'll help you!"
"You? They'll run away when they see you!"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Aren't we brothers? Damn it!"
With his "dead buddy's" consolation, Mason Quinn gradually became clear about the distance between him and Vivian.
Perhaps it's a distance he'll never reach, so he might as well bury it in his heart, and cherish the memories when he reminisces.
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