"If I have to say it, I think it looks like early morning, with the moist cold wind and the dazzling skylight."
——Fang Yuxiang
"You're still too young, little kid. How do you know what love is? Be good~"
——Fu Yueliang
I still remember his wet tears that day and the little fog on the lenses of his glasses from crying too much. He said that his eyes hurt from looking at the computer for too long, so I asked him if I could buy you some eye drops~
It gets dark so fast in July and August. Fu Yueliang is still in the computer room, and I went to get takeout twice. It should obviously be at the same time, but I don't know why the delivery time is a little different.
A bouquet of white roses and jasmine, and a sea salt cake.
Huahua didn't have a greeting card. The greeting card for the little cake read: "Don't be unhappy after eating the little cake, okay."
That was the first time we quarreled. The flowers looked like me, the sea salt cake looked like him, and those tears, I don't know.
Intention: He will put everything in front of me for me to choose, whether I want it or not.