In the cold spring season, the frail Lu Shengxiao met the colorful butterfly-like Chu Ji. Lu Shengxiao's forbearance and unawareness, Chu Ji's constant love - mortal and semi-immortal, love, loss, surprise - the word love in the world is always accompanied by the word entanglement, and the red thread goes around and around, who is entangled with whom? I don't want to distinguish it, and I'm too lazy to understand it. I just fall in love with it. Even if the road is difficult and the water of Wangchuan is in front of me, I don't want to drink it - I just can't bear to forget it.
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