Sheng Qingxue walked over, took the toy penguin with ruffled feathers into her hand, "I've said before, I accept your gift. However, you should at least hand it to me more solemnly."
As she said this, she began to smile lightly.
"So, are we still friends now?" She shook the toy at him.
His fists suddenly clenched tightly.
Finally, his lips parted, and he uttered a few words: "I'm leaving!"
After many years, everything seemed to replay...
He said, I'm leaving.
Is it an answer?
"Goodbye." Sheng Qingxue said.
He heard her answer, his eyes suddenly darkened. It seemed like something in his heart was entangling him, trapping him completely inside.
Sheng Qingxue looked at him, and then said: "Look, you actually don't want to say goodbye."
In that instant, the emotions in his eyes couldn't just be described as surprise.
She continued:
"Just like when you were little, you said goodbye, you clearly didn't want to leave, but you still did."
