At four o'clock in the morning at the convenience store, she crashed into my miserable life. A frustrated lead artist met a little crybaby from the Department of Architecture, and a bowl of Oden soup became the beginning of our story. When we met again, she was the student representative of the school-enterprise cooperation, and I was the lead beauty. The status gap, family resistance, and workplace turmoil came one after another, but this little sun insisted on shining on me against the wind. The tenderness and restraint of the main beauty in the year, the enthusiasm and sincerity of the little sun in the bottom, from mutual redemption to walking side by side, it turns out that the best love is that you are in my latitude and have become my eternal coordinates.
