The city in the backlight of late summer, this game on the chessboard, we who thought we were something, are just pawns of youth.

  Looking at the person beside him with a 100% callback rate, a faint sense of joy gradually spread. (Baidu search gives power to literature network updates the fastest and most stable) Romance traversal update debut, you just come +

  When a pair of eyes gaze at me with envy, the unknown sweetness gradually fills my left atrium, rippling deep within.

  Her skin was as smooth and white as porcelain, with a subtle glow in the sunlight. Those captivating glass-like eyes were slightly curved, as if to conquer the city.

  The blue and white plaid shirt with a perfect proportion of visual effect is stunningly beautiful.

  "Thank you for yesterday."

  He slightly tilted his head, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly.

  "It's nothing to thank me for..."

  I lowered my eyelids, last night's unexpected sweetness and bitterness, a hundred emotions intertwined, speechless.

  "By the way, how was I last night? My drinking quality was a bit poor, and when I woke up early this morning, I didn't remember anything."

  The melodious sound waves are accompanied by the warm sunshine of early summer, exuding a captivating charm.

  The tone was tinged with a hint of tentativeness and a touch of nervous tension.

  "No, of course not, you went back to your apartment and fell asleep as soon as you got there yesterday."

  I lowered my eyelids, and the turmoil in my eyes was suppressed in a tone of disguise.

  "That's good, anyway, thank you."

  The corners of her mouth curved into an enchanting arc, and her thin lips parted with a captivating luster.

  Two obviously different tones show relief in holding back the next breath.

  Upon arriving at the top floor of the building, the enticing aromas of various snacks wafted up to greet me.

  A clean and elegant environment, delicious specialty snacks, and reasonable prices have all attracted a large number of customers to this floor.

  Sunlight pours through the glass roof and spills onto the floor, soft golden warmth bringing with it a hint of nostalgic elegance.

  The two of us walked side by side, looking around at the various snack signs.

  He suddenly stopped in his tracks, his long legs retracting the small step he had just taken.

  Under the sunlight, the glaze-colored eyes are half-hidden under the lowered eyelids, and the long and dense eyelashes cast a good shadow.

  A faint sorrow spread and enveloped in an inexplicable eerie atmosphere, the flaxen-colored hair softly clung to the cheeks on both sides.

  Perhaps suddenly recalling the sweetness of the two, touching the scene and being injured by a wave of sorrow.

  Or maybe...

  As if he had sorted out his emotions, he slowly raised his head, with a faint and somewhat forced smile on the corners of his mouth.

  "Mo Liang, you, you don't have a boyfriend, right?"

  The eyes are filled with overly complex emotions, shrouded in some gloom, and a sudden sentence is somewhat inexplicable.

  "Right, right."

  "Then let's date."

  Let's get along...

  Let's get along...

  Let's get along...

  The tone was calm and peaceful, but when faced with an unexpected situation, his mind went blank and he was at a loss for what to do.

  It's like a stuck cassette tape, with three magical words repeating endlessly in my ear.

  It's not like joking, but also not absolutely serious, the truth buried in the soft painful depths of the boy's heart no longer exists.

  "Why?"

  At that moment, even with astonishment and being at a loss, reason did not collapse under the sudden attack.

  "Because... you're a good girl..."

  A forced reason reveals a chilling sense of estrangement.

  "Okay."

  Lifting 4° of melancholic gaze, the early summer sunlight poured down on her face.

  No confession of love, no romance in relationships.

  It's just a game on the chessboard, but in the end, it will still fall into it involuntarily and cannot extricate itself.

  Who will the deer die in whose hands, who will the flowers fall in whose house, and what kind of king-like posture will the final winner show to the world. We can't know from the beginning of the story.

  The corners of his mouth faintly outlined a stubborn arc, and for that instant, being an ignorant fool was also okay.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

  This game on the chessboard, we who thought we were in control are just pawns of youth.