Li Jiaqi took off Huo Siyuan's jacket and placed it on the sofa.
Yes, she still had to return to He Yingdong's side.
She knew that no matter where she was in Hong Kong, He Yingdong had a way of finding her.
When sanity returned, she knew the path she needed to take.
"Let me take you," Huo Siyuan stood up, staring at the jacket she abandoned.
"No, I'll take a taxi myself! Don't see me off, I don't like farewells... I hope you,"
Yes, his Qiqi is fragile, sensitive, and vulnerable, afraid of pain, injury, and separation, never liking to say goodbye...
Huo Siyuan casually made a gesture towards her as always.
He pressed his index fingers together, raised them to his forehead, and waved... She watched him, giggling foolishly, her eyes moist with tears.
She stood by the roadside and waved at him.
Under the streetlights, the wildness of his youth had faded, slowly settling into a tall man.
Goodbye, Brother Siyuan!
