Knowing each other depends on fate, knowing each other depends on character, and loving each other depends on what?
The daughter of the original family usually has great love, is brainless but kind-hearted. Ordinary girls shouldn't have true love? Who said that? I have it, but it's just not here yet. . .
A young man from a wealthy family is indifferent and lacks love. He has brains but is ruthless. A genius boy doesn't need true love? The cold knife flies by, I want it, just because no one gives it to me. . .
When the past is reflected on the wall like the mottled shadows of trees, the memories that have been buried for many years need to be taken out and aired like quilts.
Let the sunshine, the greenery, and the many people and things you care about cast shadows in your memory, and feel the same taste as a living person.
Asking if love has ever come, the wind has no trace, the rain does not know. . . Sit back and watch the time pass by, and the stone named happiness will sprout.