Ye Qingyu smiled, then sat upright, opened her schoolbag, took out a few letters from it, and tore them into pieces with a hiss. When the car was speeding on the bridge, she rolled down the glass window and forcefully
Throw the shredded paper in your hand off the bridge.
Pieces of broken paper were scattered in the night, like flowers scattered by a goddess, falling on the river in the wind.
Ye Xuanye watched her actions without saying a word, with a smile floating in the corners of his eyes.