Really, I'm a soft persimmon?! Don't think about it so easily this time, I also remembered the previous hit on her head, so without saying a word, I quickly followed to see which person was so horizontal!

Across the dance floor, the lights in the aisle were brighter, and the girl's back became more and more familiar, especially the moment she just turned around, the pretty short hair made people's eyes shine, and there was a sense of familiarity in the blur, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

I followed her in a daze, and soon her figure disappeared in the crowd, and my eyes scanned for a while, but finally landed on the tall back not far away: this height, this movement, once again evoked my memory, it was the same as a certain picture in my mind, and gradually the scene I saw in the bar a few years ago overlapped with the scene in front of me, but these two backs, is it the same person?

My heart suddenly "popped", as if something kept falling down, and my legs began to move uncontrollably in that direction.

Although I never admitted it, I knew very well in my heart that I was still afraid: afraid that I would see the same person in a few years, and play the same scene in front of me again, and I even began to imagine that the girl leaning on his arms was still the same as she was a few years ago.

The steps under my feet were heavy, which made me walk very slowly, but my heart beat hard, and it seemed that with each step I lost a little bit of courage and a little more fear.

"Where are you going?" A cold tone fell from the sky.

"Ahh I was so scared that I screamed out immediately, and when I looked back, it was sunny.

"What the hell are you?!" Her tone was very unkind, and she was even more unhappy when she saw me frightened.

"It's fine." I pulled out a coping smile and looked casually ahead.

The pair in front of me seems to be still hugging each other, are the protagonists really them? A week ago, I told him that I would be fine without him, and I hoped that he would not bother me again, but when he left my life again, my heart was not as chic as he said, it was not that I did not die, but that the dead heart was about to move again.

"What are you? Still not coming in yet? When I was stunned, Haruhi grabbed my hand, and she seemed to notice my abnormality, and her eyes followed me

My heart is so cold, my eyes are like being fixed in that place, and I can't make up my mind, should I treat it as if I didn't see it, or should I go over to verify it? What if it's really them, then what should I do? Will you slap him in public again? I had this kind of impulse a few years ago, but I couldn't do it back then, and now I don't have this position......

"Look at it for so long?! Do you know that man? Haru, pointing to the tall back, asked me.

How to answer? Seeing them turn around in the dim yellow light may be that I am too nervous, or maybe the lights here are so dim that I have the illusion that they are doing this in slow motion, and then jump into the eyes of two completely unfamiliar faces.

Invisibly, I breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling that had made me uncomfortable before was gone, and I said lightly, "I don't know." He sat down on the outermost couch.