Boy, you and I are as far apart as the horizon and the sea

  "Then...the money was never returned. Consider it compensation for the shirt last time."

  He slightly tilted his head, his glass-colored eyes filled with warm light, shining mischievously, his thin lips curled up, and he smiled as he said.

  Before I could appreciate his stunning smile, suddenly, I was bewildered in the wind.

  Looking at him in front of me, proudly and smiling, I couldn't help but feel a silent sense of emotion.

  Is this something someone who hasn't gotten over a breakup should be worried about?

  "Do you still remember me?"

  I tentatively asked and found that I was indeed brain-dead, didn't the previous sentence already clearly indicate that?

  "Of course, I remember the person who ruined my favorite clothes."

  Although he should have been furious, his tone was surprisingly calm compared to what he said, and he spoke mischievously like a child.

  "You say, unilaterally proposing a breakup without getting a response doesn't count as a breakup, right?"

  Her amber eyes were filled with pain, but her mouth was curved upwards. At this moment, the answer that should have come out of her mouth naturally,

  Behind those overly simple glass-like eyes, it was stuck hard in his throat.

  "Uh..." I responded vaguely.

  "Actually."

  I composed my expression and turned my head slightly, looking at his profile as I spoke.

  "She likes you. Or rather, she doesn't really want to break up with you."

  With her personality, if she really wants to break up with you, she will definitely pack everything she gave you into a box without leaving anything behind.

  Like trash, I'll discard you without looking back and send you a sentence of breaking up with a carefree back view.

  She is angry, she just wants to use this awkward way to tell you to cherish her more.

  Just recognizing one's own mistakes is enough. So, you don't have to be too sad either.

  "In just a few days, lower your posture and sincerely admit your mistake to her."

  Spoke in a calm tone, occasionally pausing, as if comforting.

  He met his slightly surprised eyes and suddenly realized he might have said too much.

  "You know Huan Qing quite well?" Her eyes sparkled with inexplicable delight.

  "No, it's all over the internet, haha, girls with queen-like style are all like this."

  I forced a smile and covered up the guilt that seemed to be written all over my face.

  "Ah..." He seemed to have understood somewhat and replied faintly.

  Don't want to get too entangled with either of them, in the end, only I will be left feeling awkward and embarrassed.

  The deep blue night sky looks a bit gloomy, with sparse and scattered stars twinkling like diamonds.

  The wispy clouds veiled the not-so-bright moon like a misty smoke.

  The bright moonlight cast a faintly sorrowful gaze at the unremarkable night sky.

  The gloomy dusk was just like his mood at this moment, with a clear and bright glance in his eyes, but somewhat dim.

  In my impression, Han Qing would never be unreasonable and make a scene, but this time, whether it's her words or actions, or even her attitude, they all seem to be somewhat irrational and excessively agitated.

  Perhaps it's only in front of the one you love that you'll be unreasonable and demanding, hoping to get attention like a child.

  Since we are mutually in love, why bother with just one day and one night? Eventually, both of us will understand each other's helpless sorrows.

  The warm yellow street lamps on both sides of the road stretch far into the distance, with a mix of regret and sadness.

  Taking a leisurely stroll side by side with someone you've had a secret crush on for a long time but couldn't suppress is supposed to be romantic and beautiful.

  But at this moment, comfort has awkwardly widened the distance between them, and the flaws that were covered up are still being ignored by his absent-mindedness.

  His gaze will forever be fixed on her alone, with a smile as bright as flowers and a beauty that captivates the city.

  But as for myself, I only have the qualification to say a few words of no great significance as a half-old good friend from very long ago.

  Like tiny dust that is unknown and insignificant, even if they are close at hand, the distance between two people cannot be narrowed.

  The distance between them is as far apart as the horizon and the sky.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

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