I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River;
I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
When a beam of light shines so domineeringly into his life, which is lonely inside, does the whole world become different? His heart was so small, and the whole thing was filled with him.
One is a young and promising university professor, and the other is a young business genius. What kind of love sparks will they create? ?
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