"Permission, I don't like this~"
On the 6th, at nine in the morning, at the restaurant of Shangri-La Hotel.
During breakfast, facing the dazzling array of delicious food in front of him, Zhao Jiayu didn't seem to have a very good appetite. He ate a fried egg and drank a glass of milk, then hugged Xu Ke and said with a sad face:
"Why do we have to do this every time?"
"Every time we meet, after the sweet moments, we have to separate the next day, even though we are in the same city and not far away..."
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