On the football field, in a far corner, Xie Ping, Li Qingqing, Zhang Ruoxue, and the other onlookers had been listening to Li Yuan's melodious, profound, and sorrowful song. They were immersed in a sense of inexplicable regret, some even secretly shedding tears, when suddenly…
The scene that unfolded before them was stunning, instantly shattering the sorrowful atmosphere.
Li Qingqing's eyes widened as she watched Jiang Zhiyu initiate a kiss with Li Yuan, and she couldn't help but curse under her breath.
"What the hell is going on? Why did Zhiyu suddenly kiss Li Yuan?"
Zhang Ruoxue rubbed her wrist, which was sore and numb from holding the digital camera, and replied with equal confusion, "I have no clue. Is Zhiyu going for a farewell kiss or something?"
"Hold on, my eyes are playing tricks on me. Let me get a better look."
Xie Ping rubbed her eyes, confirming that she wasn't mistaken.
