Everyone thought that Xiang Yunmiao was the unattainable bright moon in the clouds, cold and aloof, and aloof from the world.
Only Zhao Zhiqi knew that this bright moon had quietly descended into the mortal world for him.
Zhao Zhiqi said: "Everything in the world has its destiny, and my preference belongs only to Yunzhi."
There was a blizzard in the twelfth lunar month, Xiang Yunmiao's eyes were red, and he knelt in the snow and begged him: "Zhao Zhiqi! I beg you! Can we break up...?" Zhao Zhiqi also knelt in front of her, wiping away the tears that were about to freeze on her face little by little. Enduring the heartbreaking pain, he lowered his head and sneered: "Okay, I will listen to you, stop crying, okay? I... I let go!"
Intention: Youth meets each other ignorantly, grows up together with each other, and cherishes the tender time of youth