Lin Zhiqiu often wondered what kind of two people could be so destined. She likes green, and Lin Zhiqiu calls her Little Leaf. The story with her begins in autumn, and the word autumn is in my name. Girls' feelings smell like citrus, but citrus is sour. Maybe it's also sweet. Only she knows it. She is just looking for candy in the glass shards. When you feel happy with her, you should look at each other meaningfully when you mention someone, something, or some city you want to visit. But when I see you chatting and laughing with other girls, I still feel bad. Lin Zhiqiu has been on this road of liking you for six years, and it's time for Lin Zhiqiu to wake up. She is in love and getting married.
Intention: The sign of fate will never be given to us