He ran away twice but could not escape his world.
"Qingkong, you know me. You owe me 457 days, and I want you to pay me back for the rest of my life." Lu Buxuan said without changing his expression.
After two or three months of separation in a year, the love is still the same.
"Qingkong, you are here." He took my hand and laid it on his chest, looking at me. The scenery in his eyes was like the sea at dusk, full of surging energy.
How could he give up the free and easy Jian Qingkong, the Jian Qingkong who loved to laugh, the Jian Qingkong who loved life.
How could she forget the domineering Lu Buxuan, the affectionate Lu Buxuan, the responsible Lu Buxuan.
Love and being together are never the same thing. There are conflicts because of love, but even so I can't let you go. Because the sky is clear and the sky is clear in my heart.