Across the dusk, across the drizzle, the color of youth has not faded, the beauty is not old, the hero holds a sword and bids farewell to the passing years. This is the small river and lake in her heart in the city, with love, sadness, joy, sadness, and people she likes.
When Xi Xiao met Su Mo, she asked whether it was destined to be a joke or a joke among others. Xiao Wei didn't know that this silly girl was just chasing her all the way. Maybe she would have a happy life by chasing her.