Jiang Yueping had never expected that Chaixi would interact with him. How could the bright moon in the sky fall into the spring water of his own river.
But he got the moon's preference, which was only his own preference.
The falling rocks that had been weighing on his heart for more than ten years finally rolled down, crushing all his limbs and bones.
Those casual past events and trivial worries finally became a force that he could not resist, destroying everything.
"I don't like him that much yet."
It turned out that the itching was worse than the pain.
Intention: secret love