On a rainy night five years ago, the light from the corner of the deep alley shone directly on his face through the rain curtain.
"Follow me." The man said, leading him into the raging rainstorm without thinking. That man's smart move was rewarded with four words: Do you want to smoke?
Why don't you do it? The battle is clearly won. This battle can obviously be fought beautifully.
Why don't you do it? You could take revenge, but you took me to escape.
Come on, if it weren't for that rainy night, without you, my life would be so splendid. It's all your fault for making my world look like a black and white TV.
Why don't you give me a slap? You turned around that day, and you could obviously walk away, but you still insisted on putting some fertilizer on the little flower blooming in my heart.
Five years later, you are back. Hahaha, let me tell you, I applied too much fertilizer! The little flower was burned to death! Dead!
Yes, you owe me a spanking. You owe me a spanking. Come here! √(───)√