Nianxuege

The insipidity of being separated but never leaving is like the snow that is about to melt between the fingers. It makes people unbearable and finally sings lightly. Breaking up becomes the key, opening the door to the other half of their hearts. But one day, we understood, our hearts moved, and we returned to each other. It turns out that when we face each other, we always talk irrelevant nonsense, but we only need a word of tenderness. Conception: