After writing the paragraph above, Han Mingyue rested for a long time.
Han Jiayang forcibly moved the computer, intending to help him lie down to rest.
But Han Mingyue refused to do so, and as soon as he regained his senses, he started demanding the computer with a stern attitude.
He stubbornly gestured with his right hand to Han Jiayang, indicating that he would not give up without the computer.
Zhen Yu guessed that this probably meant "give me five minutes."
Eventually, Han Jiayang gave in.
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"Xiao Yu! I hope that in the future, when you think of me, you can just smile...
Over these years, I've tried several times to confess, but you coldly interrupted me each time.
You refused to listen to any words related to this matter; I don't know why.
But I'm certain that you liked me.
I thought to myself, good things take time, let's take it slowly, I'm not in a rush, one day you will understand me.
But who knew...
I'll just silently say goodbye to you!
