Song Qinghuan said, "Of course it's to comfort you, I just want to tell you that real friends are made with sincerity. Even if there weren't very deep feelings at first, but in the end, when you really understand each other and become friends, that's what real friends are, not shallow people who only understand your exterior and determine everything."
"What you're saying doesn't sound like you're discussing family with me, it sounds more like you're discussing love with me," Si Jianan teased with a smile.
Song Qinghuan uttered a sound, raising her hand to scratch her head, "Okay, I'm a bit dull and don't know how to comfort you, just remember that we're friends, that's all."
"Yes, friends!" said Si Jianan, and he hugged Song Qinghuan.
Actually, he also didn't understand why he always remembered Song Qinghuan, and why he still liked her so much when he saw her again.
Previously, he couldn't figure it out no matter how he tried.
