An unknown wise man who was not that great but was absolutely narcissistic once said:
When the snow melts, it's spring,
When insects chirp, it's summer.
When the wind cools down, it's autumn.
After the leaves have fallen, it's winter... Is time changing, or are we being moved?
Throughout the year, there are twelve different love stories of various men and women. There are no fancy gimmicks like life and death, cancer, or car accidents, and I don't want to follow the crowd and eat the same boring food. Romance stories don't need eroticism and bitterness to stimulate the public's heavy taste, right? Relaxing stories about all kinds of living beings. If the romance story makes people want to fall in love, or is as pleasurable as falling in love, then that's enough~
Because of hope, let every moment in life be a century of love!