"After passing the level, there will always be another level..."

"As long as the TV series is not finished, it will not be considered a pass..."

Li Luolin glanced at Zhao Mingxiu's mobile phone screen.

Then he said with a chuckle.

Coincidentally, when Li Luolin finished speaking,

The games on Zhao Mingxiu's mobile phone have also passed.

Then the words "whether to start the next level" will pop up.

"Park Min Young, how about it?"

Zhao Mingxiu chuckled and put her phone in her pocket.

There was a sense of frivolity in the words.

I heard what Zhao Mingxiu said.

Li Luolin turned to look at the scenery outside the car window.

Frowning slightly at a place where Zhao Mingxiu could not see it.

"Senior Park Min Young?"

"Great…"

There is no slight answer.

It is calm and calm like the stagnant water.

"You know what I'm asking..."

Zhao Mingxiu seemed not satisfied with this answer.

He continued to ask relentlessly.

"Yes, I know..."

"But I don't know how to answer..."

Li Luolin continued to look at the scenery outside the car window.

"Oh well…"

After hearing Li Luolin's answer.

Zhao Mingxiu naturally noticed something.

In the boredom, there is no intention of asking questions again.

The scenery in Li Luolin's eyes is actually not a scenery.

That is just the so-called skeleton structure of this modern city.

It is just a cold and ruthless object constructed from steel and concrete.

Including this city, too.

It's just people living in this city.

Their lives were used to give the city the so-called life.

Cities have life because of people.

This is used to imprison those who give it life.

You are, I am.

So are they.

Fortunately, even if I was imprisoned.

Not alone, either.

There are still some people.

Accompany and rely on.

In this city, live.

Grow, mature, grow old.

What appeared in Li Luolin's eyes were no longer those buildings.

But faces.

Some are clear, some are blurry.

But it still appeared in the eyes.

Those faces are in my mind.

Those faces are in my heart.

You can read it after thinking about it.

It won't forget, it will just be blurred.

Some people see clearly the more they see.

Some people become more blurred the more they look.

Clear and vague.

It will not be forgotten, nor will it be blurred.

Just like her, and like her.

Some people who have appeared in the past few years.

Her left eye and her right eye.

It's her sometimes, and it's her sometimes.

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Chapter completed!