Unfortunately, she never had the habit of including him.
A trace of indescribable melancholy swept across the bottom of Gong Beiyao's eyes as his fingers aimlessly slid across the smartphone screen.
She seemed to have been listening to music earlier, and the music app was still open.
As he clicked into it, he discovered that almost all of the songs she saved were by JAY, spanning from the first to the last as if threading through the beginning and end of her youth.
Her youth was this simple—just endless exams and JAY's songs.
His youth, perhaps, was even simpler than hers because from start to finish, it was only her. Her. Her.
Gong Beiyao casually opened one of the songs before looking at other things in her phone that he could access.
There were very few apps in her phone, other than the music app, just a few essential social media apps.
