It happened so fast that I was confused. He broke up with me last week and didn't go back to my room for a day, text me or call me, but Bush came to talk to me and take care of me. But today. . . We sat on the bed and looked at each other.
When I cried so much in front of his building, he calmed me down, then took me back to the hall and said. . .
"I have a confession."
... That's why we sit together.
I waited for a while, but he didn't say anything. I called him, and the atmosphere around me was very uncomfortable.
"Ying..."
He said, "Do you remember when I asked you if you believed in his nationality?"
I was a little dazed, but I nodded. I remember that he once asked me about it. When I nodded, he sighed and reached out and held my hand tightly.
"Before I tell you, can I ask you
