She was the first color in his life. She was the first summer he broke into among all the layers of winter in those gray-blue long twenty-seven years.
[Healing x Cute contrast x Soul mate x Beauty and strong misery x Strong spirit x Exotic love x Iceberg and early summer]
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"You're a lazy guy who doesn't even leave the house. What qualifications do you have to dictate?"
After being backstabbed by her so-called friend, Meng Qianrou did not retort, she just deleted her friends and booked a flight.
She had wanted to go to Russia for a long time, but she just needed an excuse to give her a push.
The summer days in St. Petersburg seem to last forever.
She got lost in an alley and came across a scene she shouldn't have encountered, and a pair of gray eyes.
She thought she would run.
But when someone pointed a gun at the man, she rushed forward with the pink baseball bat she had just bought.
She's not a hero, she's just—
When you are scared, you will do what you think is right.
Later the man with the scar on his face asked her, "What's your name?"
She said: "Meng Qianrou. A dream is a dream of dreams. Thousands are thousands of thousands. Rou is gentle softness."
He read it once: "Meng Qianrou."
The pronunciation was not quite accurate, but she felt——
That was the best time her name had ever been pronounced.
Idea: Two plastic bags with different holes can be put together to hold water.