She, Qi Aimu, has always had a happy fantasy about love, and has kept a man in her heart. Over the past seven years, she has become accustomed to feeling dissatisfied in her heart. She feels that love is a luxury, and she only hopes to live her own small life, leisurely and at ease.
He, Xiao Mo, was indifferent and indifferent. Maybe there would be no more love in this life, maybe she didn't give him a stunning feeling, but in her, he saw the tranquility and tranquility of his life.
Destiny goes round and round, and it sees the waiting of some people, and the unfilled emptiness in the heart. Happiness, the flowers have bloomed, and love is slowly coming.