Xu Jiahao x Zhou died
The cool and tough fishing designer x the fake dandy, the really affectionate and sinister young man
Reunion/redemption/sourness/ambiguous pull/reunion after a long absence/talk first and love later?
Zhou Shi remembered that the first thing Xu Jiahao said to him was a confession. When he first met Xu Jiahao, he only glanced at her briefly, but he did not expect that on a sunny day, Xu Jiahao stopped him when he was about to go back with his friends and said the word "like" to him.
He asked Xu Jiahao at that time, "Do you like me?"
Like. I confessed because I like you.
She always said with a smile.
Her father drank and gambled, and even her stepmother chose to remarry... Xu Jiahao came to that private high school alone. She was alone, and just wanted to listen to her mother's words and study hard, but campus bullying followed. Finally one day, Xu Jiahao grabbed the corner of Zhou Shi's clothes and escaped from the abyss. T
3 Xu Jiahao couldn't see through Zhou Sui. For her, their beginning was a lie full of exploitation. They date, go for walks, and go home together like ordinary couples. But she has no love, and she thinks Zhou Si is just a pastime. Only in the end did she discover the sincerity behind Zhou Die.
"Hello Xu Jia, as long as you are here, I am complete."
She was helpless and powerless against the storm of fate.
After several years of separation, she saw Zhou Si's figure again. When the typhoon passed by, all that was left was a mess...
"Hello Xu Jia, didn't you say you have a bad memory and have forgotten everything?" Zhou Shi stood in front of her again and asked her with lowered eyes.
Maybe fate is an unpredictable typhoon, and everything goes round and round and returns to the starting point.
"Xu Jiahao is a person who has no time to love herself. Don't blame her." Xu Jiahao's friend told Zhou Si.
"Do you hate me?" She also asked.
Xu Jiahao stood there, but heard Zhou Shi speak slowly.
"No, loving you is something that makes me happy."
Intention: Destiny is an inevitable typhoon
