Lin Qianqian looked at Ouyang Mingchen, then slowly squatted down, white fingers touched Ouyang Mingchen's face.

Ouyang did not hide in the morning, but did not hide.

Lin Qianqian was almost ecstatic. Was it because of the things before her and those words that gradually moved Ouyang tomorrow morning?

Inhale secretly and tell yourself not to rush.

"Tomorrow morning, you said, you will always be good to me. Many nights, when I toss and turn sleepless, your words will always ring in my mind. You said that I want to be good to myself, even for you, but also to myself forever. You said that between us, you must go...