A few seconds passed, and the line of text reappeared, repeating several times before finally a sentence caught her eye.
Sheng Xian: "I'll like tomorrow too."
I'll like tomorrow too…
Lu Jingyan froze, witnessing another line of text spring up on the screen.
Sheng Xian: "Tomorrow is the tomorrow of tomorrow, and the tomorrow of tomorrow's tomorrow, it will always be tomorrow."
Lu Jingyan: "..."
Such a casual expression of emotion, and Lu Jingyan found himself unexpectedly flirted back, staring at the message he sent for a few seconds before pressing down his smiling lips reluctantly and sighing with a troubled look.
A girl thinking wildly in love, how normal that is.
Besides, although she had a bunch of ex-boyfriends, if she counted seriously, this was her first love, and a bit of melancholic emotion was not too much—after all, other girls would post sentimental texts in their friends' circles late at night.
