People say that never forget, there will be echoes.
In every beautiful moment that Tang Yiheng encountered, that person's shadow would always appear.
However, after so many years, they had never met again.
Perhaps, they had already walked out of the intersection and became parallel lines forever.
The red light ended and the green light lit up.
The car started again. Tang Yiheng realized that he was lost in thought again and quickly looked away.
She was not her.
Even if she was really an old friend standing in front of her, she might not be the same person as before, right?
His phone rang, interrupting his messy thoughts.
He took out his phone and saw that the caller ID was Yang Feng.
"I'm Tang Yiheng."
Tang Yiheng picked up the phone and went straight to the point.
"Is there something you need?"
Other than making money, he refused to be disturbed by anyone else.
