[Broken mirrors never reunite + women are not men's virgins + no three views + bad ethics + age]
Thirty-year-old Xuyuan Chu×Twenty-year-old Lin Youye
When the two met, the red thread of fate was touched. Among the swaying wind chimes at the door of the store, a tall figure walked in.
"Auntie, please give me a bunch of lisianthus"
His eyes tried to peer into her heart, but they only reflected the fragmented reflections of the night.
The white moonlight of his youth was completely rotten. The rising sun lengthened the figure of him embracing his lover after his affair. The withered flowers nailed those two shadows, and anyone could step on them.
