Come to My Long Street and Be My Homebody

Even though time has passed and things have changed, Duan Yicheng can still clearly remember that a long time ago, Xu Qingai was wearing a black coat that was very inconsistent with the snowy white winter, standing in front of him with her head tilted and a bright smile. Such smart and beautiful eyebrows were deeply engraved in his deep eyes. From now on, it will never be forgotten, and it will never be forgotten. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.