Xiao He, the proud son of heaven who lives in the clouds. In the canary cage, he had everything the world envied, except temperature. Glossy is a mask, inside is the cold and empty soul under the influence of wealthy families, longing for reality but not knowing how to touch it.
Xu Guo, an ordinary person sinking in the dust. The burden of life and the scars of the past weighed him down, like a wet sparrow, huddled alone in the corner of the city, humbly praying for a glimmer of warmth, but not daring to hope for it.
An out-of-control luxury car, a figure who fell down in embarrassment. Cold rain, harsh brakes, scattered bread... Fate pushed them together roughly on a torrential rainy night. There was no romantic first encounter, only fear, embarrassment and a pure white square handkerchief with a refreshing woody fragrance that gently wiped away the mud on his face.
He is the unreachable star in his eyes, the cold symbol of another world.
Reader comments
Xu Guo likes Xiao He, but because of his humble status, they are very different from Xiao He, while Xiao He takes into account his noble status and is unwilling to give up his self-esteem. This pair of poor people😭
Xu Guo likes Xiao He, but because of his humble status, they are very different from Xiao He, while Xiao He takes into account his noble status and is unwilling to give up his self-esteem. This pair of poor people😭