"It’s just not good to be friends. She’s her, I’m my road, and I’m on the other side of the road." Jiang Jiang snorted."It’s just not good to be friends. She’s her, I’m my road, and I’m on the other side of the road." Jiang Jiang snorted.
"Quarrel?" Yan Shaoqing is thoughtful. "Sort of. Anyway, I just suddenly don’t want to talk. I’m too tired to talk to her. I can’t stand ten sentences with thorns, especially