On a dark and windy night, in a dimly lit place——
"Girl, I'm offended."
"Ah! Are you a snitch? Wow!" (Driven by curiosity, she took off his mask and then whispered, pretending to be shy)
"The girl misunderstood, I'm Qimei."
"Pfft! Qingmei? I'm still a sweetheart, hahaha" (It's hard to change your image by sticking your tongue out and laughing)
"Girl, it's Qimei, the seven of Chinese Valentine's Day!"
"Okay, okay, then, why don't you take me flying again!" (Smirking in imagination)
"Girl..."
"Hey, you still don't know my name and contact information" (sad and silent recitation)
"You, you, you are flying too fast" (glaring and muttering, his jaw almost dropped to the ground)
…………
The night is very deep and long, and the dreams are very shallow and short.
Is it a past life entanglement or a current love relationship?
Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge is no match for making tea with snow water under the plum blossom tree...
Love from the past life ends in this life!