Xiaoqin came from the window, sat next to me, put her arms around my shoulders, and kept wiping my tears, "I'm sorry, I love you, Lily, don't be so desperate, okay? I love you,..."
I looked at him and touched every feature of his face, including his blue eyes, golden hair, rough face, and huge and sparse pores, "You are Ukrainian, you don't love me, you hate me."
I was listening to the postgraduate entrance examination on politics that day, and the teacher's drowsy voice analyzed the situation and status of Ukraine over and over again. Half asleep and half awake, I was imagining what Xiaoqin's love in Ukraine would be like before she came to Milan to play football. Maybe it was like this...
It's purely YY, please don't take it personally.
This article only commemorates the seven years Shevchenko dedicated to Milan, and Huangjiu's never-ending love for Xiaoqin.
Conception:
Come on(? ??_??)?