My name is Lu Qiao
The land of land, the buckwheat of buckwheat.
His name is Chen Li
Old Chen, gravel of gravel
Spring is here. Their love is true, the lamp that night is true, and the phrase "I will say it every day from now on" is true. But spring is not warm enough. The wind is still cold, the snow is still falling, the necklace is still not given away, and no one has taken that half step. All the sweetness is wrapped in a thin layer of frost, and all the warmth is tinged with a hint of coldness.
This is their story - it's not that they don't love each other, it's that they love each other in a spring that's not warm enough.
Purpose: Enrich yourself