Gao Muran opened the door and walked out.
At the stairway, warmth is dangling there, as if killing time.
Looking at that figure, Gao Muran was a little confused.
In the past two years, he has been doing rehabilitation abroad. What he thinks about most is the happy time with warmth when he was in college.
Whenever he couldn’t bear it anymore, he would take the warm photos and look at them over and over again.
Not for anything else, just to give yourself a reason to persevere.
Knowing that it is impossible to turn back some time, but still…
When she turned around tenderly, she also saw Gao Muran not far away.
She hesitated for a while, and finally walked over.
“Is it over so soon?”
Gao Muran raised the corners of his lips to her and smiled faintly.
“The third master is a concise person.”
Warm response: “it is true, today, thank you for helping me save Huo tingshen.”
“The third master has already said thanks.”
Nodding tenderly, she smiled at him.
Huo tingshen is really good, one yard for one yard.
Seeing her smile, Gao Muran was in a daze.
I thought that warmth would never laugh at myself in this life.
“Xiaoqing.”
Looking at him tenderly, waiting for his next words.
Gao Muran frowned: “before I’m sorry.”
“Before?”
“It’s about me and Song Ruo.”
She pursed her lips tenderly: “it’s all over, you know, I’ve never been very fond of indulging in the past, so I’ve let go of it a long time ago. Moran, don’t apologize to me anymore, you should let go of it earlier. ”
“You… forgive me?”
She replied tenderly: “Actually, I have forgiven you a long time ago. At the moment when I let go of some feelings, what I have experienced in the past is not important anymore. I only know that it is enough to keep the best things in my heart.”
“Then…do you sometimes think of me?”
“When I recall my college days, I always do. After all, you are inseparable from my past youth, but I am not a nostalgic person, and I don’t recall it very often.”
Gao Muran slightly raised the corners of his lips: “I’m honored to be remembered by you occasionally.”
Looking at his legs tenderly: “your legs…”