When he saw him for the first time, it was in an indescribable situation. He was indifferent, he was sophisticated, he was sophisticated, and he was arrogant; and he was the second generation ancestor, he was a otaku, he was a stay-at-home boy who had never even held the hand of a eldest girl, and he was innocent. I can't say what a sensational encounter it was, nor how touching and sentimental it was, but others will always know that behind Zhang Qiling in the tomb, there is always Wu Xie following him. Maybe a sultry man will never know how to express love, and will never have a romantic mood. As long as you are by my side, looking at the ceiling is also a kind of happiness. But such luxury will eventually pass. I can't decide my future. He is only in your hands, but you gave it up for me.