Lu Ming, Lu Ming, Lu Ming...
A long time ago, Qingman always liked to call him this way; a long time later, when Qingman met him again, she didn't know how to speak. Should he call out hello in a raw voice, or call his name repeatedly like before? But can it still be done? She thought of the shocking scene in early summer of a certain year, and she still couldn't forgive it even after all these years.
Green vine...
Shang Teng...
It turned out that there was another person beside her who never left her, which made her feel so embarrassed. From the beginning, she was wrong...