Originally it was youth, originally it was chaos, originally it was wanton behavior, originally it was trapped by love.
The secret love of youth is like a wild horse on the border. You swear that you can control it, but in the end you still end up being that bitter lover.
Youthful love is the eye-to-eye contact, the surprise of confession, the imagination for the future, and the determination to love each other for a lifetime.
He is just a young man, there is no such thing as a bad boy, he is just doing whatever he wants in his last youth.
Like lilacs and sorrow,
Sad thoughts keep leaving me.
Meng Po soup next to Meng Po,
Naihe is so sad on the bridge.
Did you know? Your Name is the longest love letter I have ever seen.
Your blatant preference and exception for me are my best salvation in the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
