Chuzheng pushed through the crowd to stand in front of him. Sang Yu slightly lifted his eyes, his gaze falling on her: "Congratulations on your graduation."
Sang Yu handed her a bouquet.
The bouquet was made of roses, their vivid red color seemed to pierce one's vision, and their fragrant scent hit the senses.
Chuzheng didn't take it: "So?"
Sang Yu said softly: "Does the young lady mind having another boyfriend?"
Chuzheng took the flowers and, under the gaze of countless people, kissed him directly.
"I don't mind."
Sang Yu, not quite used to being kissed in front of so many people, gently pushed her back: "Let's leave here first."
"To the studio?"
"..." Sang Yu took a deep breath: "Let's go eat and celebrate your graduation."
"..."
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Bai Dongai watched Chuzheng and Sang Yu leave, a deep worry etched on his face.
"Dongge, your desk mate left with someone," someone patted Bai Dongai on the shoulder: "Aren't you going after her?"
