"Big brother."
Tang Die walked over and softly called from behind him.
Her heart, at this moment, was as calm as the sea.
As the thousands of sails pass, all is tranquil.
All the worries and anxieties from not long ago settled down at this moment.
At this point, Mo Jiashuo had no retreat, nor did she.
What else was there to worry about?
Mo Jiashuo heard the voice and slowly turned his head. His handsome side profile left a graceful silhouette in the sunlight. Seeing her, he threw the cigarette he was holding to the ground and reached out to her: "Walk with me on the beach."
Looking at the hand extended before her, Tang Die smiled and replied, reaching out to hold Mo Jiashuo's fingers. His hand was large, warm, and broad.
With just a bit of effort, he grasped her hand tightly.
The waves lapped at the shore, and Tang Die walked barefoot on the beach, bathed in the sunset, feeling a trace of long-lost happiness.
"When did you start liking me?"
"After you left."
