Qingzhou has a constant rainy season, and the water vapor in the air in Beijing is taken away by the phoenix trees.
Song Chi always keeps a bottle of lotion in his bag, which he uses all year round.
For a guy like Ji Yuanzhou who only knows how to rub big treasures, he has been smelling a different fragrance for three years.
During the days when the two of them sat at the same table, he always remembered that the girl would always look in the mirror and comb her hair, and he would know that she was always worried about her grades, and he would also know that she tossed and turned at night.
"Song Chi, your water is too deep. I can only cross it by boat."
"Then I'll wait for you and take a boat to ferry me over."
Intention: Maybe God will bring many obstacles, but we still have to have a pair of eyes to see the future
