The fate of many people is only a four-year period.

Very short, very short...

Fang Ye looked back and saw some young couples snuggling together.

In their eyes, there was still a trace of panic and uneasiness.

Graduation is the season for breaking up, and this is not a joke.

How many people are really together in the future?

No one knows this kind of thing.

After experiencing it once, the feeling in his heart has faded a lot.

"Youth will finally end."

Fang Ye sighed fiercely and said.

There was a small hand that grabbed his hand.

"Brother... why are everyone crying and laughing again?"

Jia Jia's voice came.

Fang Ye looked back at Jia Jia and smiled: "This, in more than ten years, you should understand."

"Then Jiajia must grow up quickly!"

"Growing up... It's such a word that makes people feel uncomfortable."
Chapter completed!