He came as gently as he left.
"Zhu Liu, do you like me!"
The cherry blossoms on the roadside are in bloom, with only a few petals falling.
"I like it, I like it very much. I, Ruan Zhuqing, like Zhu Liu!"
An emotional hug is always comforting.
There was no one else on the street in the drizzle but them.
——He——
Intention: It will happen naturally
