From a sloppy Cinderella in a small village to a grown-up daughter
Drawing two distant worlds closer to each other
I saw deep inferiority and contradiction in the eyes of an excellent boy
Destiny is a scale
The two ends of the standing body are shaking constantly
Waiting seems to have become a process of chasing and counter-chasing
Those years, those days when flowers bloomed
What is left for Han Yiyi to wait for?
If you like me, come to my house and sit there → Weiyang Xiaozhu