Zhou Xinxin pouted, "You're just busy playing with Lu Xiaojiu and Ouyang Mansha, ignoring me."
"You didn't join us," Tian Yi said.
"He doesn't talk to me."
"There's really nothing I can do about that," Tian Yi said, "I told you before, Lu Bai is hard to get."
"He has things to discuss with Lu Xiaojiu."
"They grew up together."
"You're so carefree, be careful your wife doesn't get stolen away," Zhou Xinxin spoke recklessly, making Tian Yi rather unhappy.
Over there, Lu Xiaojiu pulled Lu Bai to take pictures of the sunset, calling Chu Lin over, "Come take photos of us."
She had Lu Bai stand in front of the mountain, she on a rock, directly leaning on Lu Bai's shoulder, arms open, with the big sunset behind her. Lu Bai's white shirt immaculate, the scene looked like a painting, his lips curved in a faint smile, Xiaojiu's cheerful smile as radiant as the morning sun.
In Tian Yi's heart, there was a faint sense of loss.
Xiaojiu would never actively pull him to take such photos.
