The Flowers Blooming on the Street Make You Look Drunk

To the readers who have the chance to read this story: First of all, thank you very much for taking the time to read carefully and read this story from beginning to end. I am not good at writing. Every story begins because something happened in a certain period of time in a certain year, month, and year, which had a serious impact on my soul and inspired me to want to write for a certain person. The urge to write a perfect life; based on this desire, I picked up the pen and presented an incomplete story with limited cultural background, clumsy mind, and some biased stubbornness. Thank you again for your patience and tolerance. The story has come to an end, but the fate between us has just begun...