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"Yan Er, Yan Er, after so many years, I can't find another person like you … Yan Er, I regret it, do you know how much I regret it? You never would have thought, you definitely wouldn't have thought, after all these years, I only said that if I found someone who was wholeheartedly in love with me, no matter if she was poor or rich, beautiful or ugly, I would immediately marry her, but I couldn't find her. Yan Er, after breaking up with you, I couldn't find anyone else, not even someone who looked like me … "

"Song Jiaming! If you do this again, I'll leave immediately! "

Huaiyan could not bear to continue listening. She grabbed her bag and stood up, preparing to leave the room.

"Yan Er..."

When he thought of the half year of his relationship with Song Jiaming, how she agreed to be his girlfriend, how he had a young smile on his face when she was standing with Lin Qian, how they looked up at her with eyes full of pity and pity, and how in the bar, he had said those cruel and decisive words to her, that he had ignored everything to betray her and that he was disappointed in her …

If those things didn't happen then how could she have broken up with him? To know Shen Zonghao, it was as if they had been separated for five or six years.

"Song Jiaming, you will meet a good girl, trust me." She held his hand. When their eyes met, time seemed to have suddenly turned white as both of their breathing became sluggish for a moment.

"Will it?" Song Jiaming laughed lowly. He took his hand away from her happy palm and held it with his other hand: "I still remember you telling me that no one would always be standing at the same spot waiting for someone. I didn't understand it at that time, but it's too late now that I understand."

"Shall we go to the bar near the school? I haven't been back in six years. "

He stood up and took the outer coat. Although the smell of alcohol was still heavy, he looked much clearer.

She wanted to refuse, but she remembered Cai Mingzheng's wronged and tear-filled gaze when he looked at Shen Zonghao in the morning, as well as the kiss marks that she couldn't get rid of. She was a bit annoyed, and really wanted to get drunk. Might as well get drunk.

They went out together and got on Song Jiaming's Mercenary Tree. Because he had drunk a bit of alcohol, the car drove extremely slowly, and as they walked, the two of them spoke in small talk, and before long, they arrived at the school street, pointed at the garden, pointed at the long pedestrian street, and pointed at the huge wutong tree. Their memories seemed to have suddenly returned, and when they recalled their love, he had waited all night under her dormitory.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the evening and it was the last wave of excitement on campus. They parked their cars at the intersection of the old and new campus. They got off their cars and walked slowly on the crowded road, the summer breeze blowing.

There were couples walking by arm in arm, flirting with each other, tall boys walking by with basketball in their hands in high spirits, men and women riding trams and bicycles, singing merrily, and countless youths almost forgotten in their dreams, smiling and playing as they brushed past her dress.

The dilapidated teaching building had been replaced with a new one. She had never imagined that her life would be the way it was now.

Standing under the dormitory building where Huan Yan had lived, the two were both somewhat emotional and unable to say a word.

Under the school's dim yellow street light, Song Jiaming looked at the smiling side of her face, her usual pretty and stubborn look, just like back then. The reason he liked her was because of her bashfulness and beauty, and in the end, released her was also because of her modesty and modesty.

If the him of that time could imagine the situation he was in now, he definitely would not have believed that he had fallen in love with Lin Qian.

After exiting the school, they went back to the bar. They drank a few cups and talked about some things that happened in the past, they laughed, cried, and then left. He hinted but also chased after them unwillingly, but they pretended not to hear.

It was already eleven o'clock, and she let him stop the car at the corner. She didn't want him to see her being brought back by Song Jiaming, and she didn't want him to think that she was acting out of revenge and anger.

"Yan Er..." Song Jiaming did not get off the car, but when she closed the car door, she lowered the car window.

Yan Er, who had shouted out, was the last light that shone in her youth and was also the saddest and most sorrowful memory of her youth.

"Yan Er, I'm willing to wait for you." Song Jiaming looked at her and spoke with concentration.

Not far away, there were faint lights that lit up her face in a cool halo, making it hard to see clearly.

Huaiyan shook her head: "Song Jiaming, you can go. We don't want to see each other ever again."

"No." He reached out his hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her closer. "No, I'm willing to keep waiting for you. If your life isn't good, I know that if you're doing well, you will definitely not come out with me to get drunk. Yan Er, I'm waiting for you."

At this moment, the lights of the car parked not too far away suddenly dimmed.

When the darkness surrounded them, Ying Huanhuan could feel his strength slightly loosen up on her arms. She hurriedly broke away from him, ran a few steps, and twisted her feet, only to discover that her high heels had broken off their heels. Luckily, she hadn't sprained her legs, so she heaved a sigh of relief.