They say the seven-year itch, the seven-year itch, Xiaoyang was holding the bun in his mouth and wondering, Zhao Xin won't have the seven-year itch with him, right?
"It's itchy, I haven't been itchy in seventeen years!" Zhao Xin said.
Memories are bitter and sweet, there are roses and thorns on the road to the future, but at this moment we are happy.
Conception: