In my memory, Zhou Jihuai always carried a sense of bad boy.

Although he seemed a bit lazy, no one dared to mess with him. When he got violent, he was extremely ruthless.

Just like a wolf cub.

But this fierce man is crying at this moment.

I don't know why, but my heart suddenly becomes a little flustered.

I lower my head deliberately, refusing to look at him.

But in the next second, he pulls me into his arms. The man's pleasant voice carries a hint of sobbing, sounding a bit hoarse.

"Don't go, okay?"

I remain silent for a long while before speaking, somewhat stiffly:

"No."

A has always been very efficient in handling matters.

As soon as the qualifications for the exchange student were approved, he immediately arranged for someone to go ahead and adapt to the pace.

Accompanying me to the same school as an exchange student is senior resident Chen Ting.

Before going through airport security, Chen Ting hesitated for a while, but couldn't help looking at me.

"Are you really not going to say goodbye to Zhou Jihuai?"

"I saw him following us from a distance the whole way. You two used to be the most envied couple in our school. Why make it so awkward?"

"I feel like he still really likes you. Even if he goes abroad as an exchange student, he'll be back in a year or two. I feel like if you're willing, he'll definitely wait for you."

Chen Ting has always been a girl who loves to ship couples.

When I was with Zhou Jihuai, she liked hearing gossip about the two of us the most.

It's not an exaggeration to say she was a fan.

She seriously shipped us for a year, only to end up with a break-up. Chen Ting was deeply upset.

She didn't know why we broke up.

I'm afraid Zhou Jihuai isn't completely clear either.

Only I know.

I just want to live well.

I don't want to sacrifice my life for a love that is bound to deteriorate in the future.

With this thought in mind.

It's as if I have truly let go, I turn around and glance at Zhou Jihuai.

The boy is following our group from afar.

His face is faint, showing no expression.

But his eyes are filled with sadness.

I suddenly give him a smile.

Softly saying:

"This time, I'm going to live for myself, Mr. Zhou."

Like I'm speaking to him, but also like I'm speaking to the Zhou Jihuai eight years later.

I have to say.

At 20 years old, Zhou Jihuai's love is truly impressive.

But at 28 years old, Zhou Jihuai's love is truly cheap.