When Su Weishuang went downstairs to throw away the trash, she saw a male model with a black lining and a face like the moonlight. Su Weishuang froze on the spot holding the garbage bag, and was just about to take a secret photo with her mobile phone. The next second, the male model knocked on the glass door like a male ghost. Su Weishuang hesitated for a few seconds, walked over and pressed the button, and the door opened automatically. The male ghost took a step closer, his voice a little hoarse and nasal: "Sorry. I left my room key in the dormitory. I waited at the entrance for an hour but didn't see anyone." Su Weishuang was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the bridge of Meng Songjin's nose, only hearing Sorry in her ears, and subconsciously blurted out "It's OK." After regaining consciousness, Su Weishuang raised the garbage bag in her hand to the person in front of her, smiled, and said "Bye" while walking to the backyard.
Intention: A determined eudaemonist will firmly hold happiness in his own hands