When we broke up when we were young, there was no quarrel, just a word of peace.
She tore up the sketch, she lost her mind, and they were separated from each other from then on.
When we meet again, she is a sharp-edged curator, and she is a reserved and silent designer.
The work is tit-for-tat, and old feelings are undercurrent.
It turns out that the waiting downstairs and the gazing on the balcony that night were always misses in both directions.
Later, she handed the retrieved eraser to her:
"Shen Yunshu, I won't leave this time."
After the moon sets, there will finally be clouds
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day