There is a word that is often abused and I don't want to mention it again.
"Bing, what are you laughing at?"
"Because Cangli can only be seen in March's eyes."
But I can only see March in my eyes.
There is a feeling that is not valued by others, how can you hide it anymore.
"What did Bing say again? What did Bing say... In March, do you know how many times you said Murong Bing's name!"
"Li, do you know that anyone who wants to compete with Bing..."
I hate them all.
Who met whom in the autumn of that year. A young man named March stood in the middle of time with a smile, holding a tender heart in his hand, but somewhere he encountered a raging fire. Love conquers the city with an invincible attitude, and all we can do is watch these three men singing and walking along the way.