Falling in love with someone who is somewhat similar to him, the wrong love tore her apart.
Many years later, another person who looked like him appeared, and this time he had no idea whether he was right or wrong.
"Stop liking other people, okay?"
Fifteen years later, Zhou Yiyi met Su Yu again, and Zhou Yiyi no longer concealed his love.
He covered her eyes with his hands and pressed his soft lips to hers without any hesitation. He wanted to kiss her in the past, present and future all at once tonight.
"Do you dare to stay at my place tonight?"
"Dare."
The girl he desperately wanted to have was lying on his bed right now, next to his pillow and quilt, so close to him, but he couldn't do anything.
This was his last love as a teenager and his first love as an adult.
No matter in the end or in the beginning, his two loves were hers.
