Chu baiqing looked at the emaciated tan song. Shen Chen knew him too well.
If Shen Chen had not left this sentence behind, tan song would have followed him and would not have lived.
However, the living had to bear greater pain. One person had to bear the memories of two people.
He had to guard these memories and grow old alone because Shen Congwen begged him to live well ...
He had exchanged his life for tan song's life. Therefore, he must live well.
Now, facing tan song, Chu baiqing was speechless.
He couldn't say any words of comfort. No matter what words he said, they were pale and powerless.
The only thing he could do was to accompany her.
"Bai Qing, go back! We're in our third year of high school and we can't afford to waste any more time. You stay here with me, and that silly boy will accompany you downstairs ..."
&Nbsp; tan song's voice had become dry and hoarse after the incident.
