Shen Zhuo was only in his second year of high school when he met Ning Yuan.
She is uneducated and has no skills. She dyes her hair in various colors and makes her nails full of diamonds. It was common to skip school and drink. I had a lot of younger brothers and a lot of older brothers, and my life was in a mess.
Don't think about progress, just enjoy the moment. She is cunning and naive, charming and dangerous.
She is the center of attention wherever she goes, and is also a thorn in the side of the girls. She is pure and fiery, with a clear distinction between love and hate. She is definitely more than just a rose with thorns. She is a thorn, a weed that cannot be burned, and an aggressive burning of shackles.
She used to hold cigarettes with her left hand. Some people say that people who are used to holding cigarettes in their left hand tend to have a developed right brain, are emotional and rebellious. She said she didn't think much about it, she just wanted to go against the world.
This is Shen Zhuo's seventeenth year old, absurd and ethereal. Like the blue-grey smoke exhaled from her red lips, it is hard to see and catch, and it is fatally charming.
At that time, Ning Yuan was twenty-three years old and a PhD candidate at Stanford. He lives alone, his background is a mystery, and his conversation reveals a noble temperament.
He rarely comes to school and relies on his classmates to find information about his background online. It turns out that he already has two companies under his name. His parents are both engaged in the financial field in Lujiazui, and he is truly a rich second generation.
She met him when she was just in love. A quick glance, a startling glimpse. His body was mixed with cedar and agarwood. The scent was very light, but it overshadowed the strong scent of perfume around him.
Shen Zhuo couldn't resist such attraction. He is successful, mature and charming. He is good at listening, calm and calm, and can always capture the key points in his speech. He has a precise romance.
Mature men are undoubtedly sexy. No one knows what kind of experience is tied under his tie, and how many waves and winds his leather shoes have walked on, but it is this lack of knowledge that makes him look more mysterious.
The subsequent story is very vulgar and heartbreaking.
As the story goes, it is just a flame that has lost its way and found its way back, falling in love with a calm lake. The stormy sea is both emotional and rational.
Intention: Self-immolation and warmth