He said, let your hair grow long!
He said, it looks good even when cut short.
He said, I like how you look with long hair!
Chu Mucheng's gentle words made Tao Zhixiang's heart flutter.
Tonight, he's really different.
He said she must not give up on him!
He also said he likes how she looks with long hair!
Even if he said he liked her long hair, it still means… affection!
Tao Zhixiang felt like crying, yet her heart was warm.
Was Chu Mucheng's remark a lover's tender words?
She felt a bit clueless and confused.
At this moment, looking at the dazzling lights outside the window, Tao Zhixiang's thoughts drifted.
She remembered a song—
On the brightly lit streets
A sudden cold wave came
Distant tenderness
Cannot ease nearby sorrow
Are we drifting with the waves?
In the depths of night
I lie dormant in your wounds
Dreams are hydrogen balloons
Flying beyond the sky
In the end
They all turn to nothing…
Tao Zhixiang reached out and gently clasped Chu Mucheng's hand.
