Tang Zhen's expression appeared a little embarrassed when he saw the girl who was covering her mouth and laughing.
"I was just wondering who it was that was grieving here, but I didn't expect it to be you! Old classmate, when did you become so artistic?"
The girl walked over with a smile. She extended her Jade-like hand and looked at Tang Zhen with her clear eyes.
"Long time no see!"
"Long time no see!"
They shook hands and separated. Everything was natural.
Tang Zhen looked at the girl opposite him with a smile. In terms of love, if Fang Yujia was the pain in Tang Zhen's heart, then this girl in front of him was the truest dream of his youth.
In that era of fluttering white clothes, which young man who had just experienced love did not have a girl who could make his soul throb in his heart? her every frown and smile was like the most beautiful poem, deeply imprinted in the bottom of his heart, flashing in his mind during countless sleepless nights.
