e he didn’t — and this made him feel very vaguely melancholy. He thought about the feeling of losing Cotton Candy, thought about the granny foolishly waiting in front of Yanghe Qizhe’s door and released a sigh just like an adult, the white fog floating up and covering his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Song Yu actually wanted to slightly laugh. He wanted to say, let’s eat, don’t think about it anymore, but he didn’t have the chance to open his mouth.

“We won’t lose each other.” Yue Zhishi’s empty, yet determined eyes gathered onto his body.

Song Yu looked at him and stayed silent for a moment. Yue Zhishi was very clear that his silence meant he didn’t agree, so he continued, “If we separate from each other, I’ll definitely try my best to find you.”

His expression was so serious, so earnest, and he spoke as if his words were true and beyond doubt.

“No need.”

Song Yu refused him very decisively, frustrating Yue Zhishi’s heart. But in the next second, he heard Song Yu continue.

“Your sense of direction is too terrible.” Song Yu gave him another meatball and looked into his pair of confused eyes.

“Just stay where you are and wait for me.”

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It’s already winter break, are gege’s college entrance examinations still far away?