Summary version
She waited, waited, waited, waited until their love came,
This includes love and so on, and so on.
Some conversations about youth and secret love.
Content version
The ignorant love that suddenly occurred when he was sixteen or seventeen years old was like a match that was accidentally lit. Song Lianqing once thought that it would be extinguished soon, but he didn't expect it to be cared for and cared for by himself until it became a kind of fire, enough to stir up all his emotions. Warmth gathered in my chest, then a bone-chilling cold, and I was on the verge of giving up.
It turned out that she couldn't forget it after all. I don't know when the love was born, and it became thick enough to warm him and move him.
But is there room for love in the emotion?
Many years later, Qiao Yun suddenly felt lucky. Fortunately, Song Lianqing had enough courage. Fortunately, Song Lianqing never gave up. Fortunately, Song Lianqing had been stupidly waiting for him...
Fortunately, so many things were easily remembered, and Qiao Yun realized that Song Lianqing had appeared in his world at some time.
Haha, everything is fine...