The walls of the Zhou family fell down, and everyone pushed back - family friends fell out, relatives fought over property, and the fiancée broke off the engagement.
Twenty-three-year-old Zhou Jiashen saw all the wind and snow in the world overnight.
Only Su Qian, the girl he was always flirting with but never took seriously, held up a light for him after the crowd dispersed.
He pinched her chin: "Stay and watch my jokes?"
She gently brushed the dust off his shoulders: "No, I'll stay and watch you make a comeback!"
Later, Zhou Jiashen returned to the cloud with thunderous methods.
But late at night, he would bury his face in Su Qian's neck, like a child begging for candy, and whisper in a low voice: "Qian Qian, hold me."
You are the only driftwood when I fall into the abyss.
In this life, I will love you deeply and I will love you deeply.
Intention: The light in the abyss illuminates his way back to the top.
