The time spent together was always particularly fleeting, as Pei Yicheng reluctantly accompanied Xu Nianhua back to her dormitory, watching her until she reached the corridor on the third floor and entered her room. He continued to stand there, gazing at the lit-up dorm.
Nianhua, wait for me.
Pei Yicheng stared at the illuminated dorm, his hand slowly clenching into a fist. In three years at most, three years later, he definitely wouldn't be so busy, too busy to have time... to be with her.
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South City.
Gu Mingzhu, with her pregnant belly, entered an extremely ordinary café and placed a kraft paper bag to her right. Shortly after, a person passed by and left another kraft paper bag on the table.
Gu Mingzhu drank milk and leafed through a magazine. When she left, she picked up the kraft paper bag to her left.
No sooner had Gu Mingzhu left than someone else took the kraft paper bag from the table.