The girl next to her looked downcast and unhappy, Cen Tire looked in her eyes and did not ask.
He walked with her for a while. Tired of walking, the two of them sat on the unmanned bench, and Cen Jiang took out a bunch of candied haws from his pocket and handed it over.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyebrows became more beautiful in the dark, his voice was lazy and gentle, “Would you like?”
Tessa took it, peeled off the transparent sugar paper, took a bite of the hawthorn, and said slowly, “I’m not happy.”
Cen Tien leaned against her, raised his arms behind Tessa’s shoulders, and leaned over to look at her. The gentleness was just right to make people move his heart, “Why are you not happy.”
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