Xiang Nanfang, who came out of the small town, met Jingrun in the autumn of Qingxi.
Three speeches, one heartbeat, and a love that lasted throughout youth.
They rented a house, cooked, and practiced at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, thinking that their two small shoulders could support them forever.
Later I realized that forever is too far.
Five years of volunteer teaching, a cat called Good Morning, and a wedding hosted under the snow-capped mountains.
What you can't go back to is called that year.
Why doesn't it count as eternity - every moment they loved was.
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Our original little story not only moved us at the time but also stayed in the deepest part of our hearts. We will continue to write it down in the future and run towards a better tomorrow. Come on, treasure [top post]
Nanfang is like a small tree. Slowly and slowly, when a kitten took shelter under the tree, Nanfang discovered that he had grown up and was already a big tree, able to better face the wind and rain in the future.
Our original little story not only moved us at the time but also stayed in the deepest part of our hearts. We will continue to write it down in the future and run towards a better tomorrow. Come on, treasure [top post]
Nanfang is like a small tree. Slowly and slowly, when a kitten took shelter under the tree, Nanfang discovered that he had grown up and was already a big tree, able to better face the wind and rain in the future.