The fallen little sun with low self-esteem changed his mind after being ignored by x in the early stage
Copywriting: That person spent his entire boyhood carefully chasing Leng Zilan's back, but he couldn't catch up.
"Why did you leave without saying a word?" Leng Zilan looked down and saw the tail of his withered hair, which was the same color as the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree beside the street.
A few years ago, in this cold weather, headlines about the owner's bankruptcy flooded in, and Dong Yi'an became a homeless and bereaved dog.
He no longer dared to pester Leng Zilan, and ran away in despair with his tail between his legs and like a pug in front of everyone.
Today, several years later, when the shoddy partition door of the rental house was opened, a biting cold wind blew in from the dark corridor. Dong Yi'an stiffened his back, and the scent of cedar and wormwood lingered on the tip of his nose.
Leng Zilan pressed against the door with one hand and said, "Xiao An, long time no see."
Motto: Don't panic, there must be a light ahead.