He Weibing watched his sister being bullied, and the arrogance of that beast was reflected in his eyes. He ran up to pick up a brick, but saw another taller shadow blocking his eyes. How many years later, He Weibing said thank you to Liu Zhuoyue, over and over again, for fear of missing it, for fear of missing it. Little did he know that a tiny seed had been planted in his heart, waiting to take root and sprout...
The monologue of youth has accumulated over the years, and the wasted time has tempered life.
And the most important thing is how to place feelings