"Grow old alone, huh." Lu Yan looked at Tang Si, "Just like your previous plan."
Tang Si patted Lu Yan's shoulder, "Painfully grow old alone."
He smiled lazily, "Buddy, your way of thinking is quite unique."
"People say that with your first love, you'll get hurt more or less."
"Tsk." Lu Yan frowned, "Why do those words 'first love' sound so awkward?"
Tang Si raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it supposed to be first love?"
"Weren't you planning to grow old alone before?"
"Nonsense." Tang Si leaned against the railing, looking into the distance, "In my plans, I won't grow old."
Lu Yan couldn't help but laugh, "Not grow old? What are you, an old monster? I'm telling you..."
His words trailed off as he suddenly paused and looked at him.
Tang Si also happened to be looking at Lu Yan.
In those eyes, there was always a faint smile, sometimes gentle, sometimes indifferent.
There were all sorts of emotions inside.
At this moment, Lu Yan couldn't discern any emotion.
