Lù Míngshēng coughed twice, slowly turned his head to look at the curtain being blown by the wind by the window.

I don't know what he's thinking, but I know he must be sad.

"What's wrong with you?"

The girl's strong intuition reminded me.

Lù Míngshēng, just like this wind.

He will blow by my side, but he won't stay for me.

I cautiously approached him: "Lù Míngshēng, if there are difficulties, we can face them together..."

"Let's break up, Sū Líng."