When she first saw her, she sang a song "Sweet Dreams Like Old" under the colorful lights. The song was faint, and her thoughts were confused. She forgot where she was, and her old dreams and feelings, and she only listened to the man singing on the stage: Chen Yanwu has gone, why do you need anyone to remind you... If we can stay together forever, you can pick up the flowers and let me drink... When you wake up, can you give me a good dream as before... After the song ended, she walked off the stage amidst applause. After all, she could not withstand the alcohol and fell asleep. After a good night's sleep, when she woke up again, she looked at the woman beside her, blushed and thought to herself: How did I climb into her bed?
When she first saw her, she was dressed in white, but she hid herself in the most inconspicuous corner. He slowly came closer, sat next to her, and took a clear look at the man: his eyes were drunk at the moment, and his beautiful oval face was stained with a layer of red. She seemed to be drunk, and she was still drunk. Just as he was about to move away and no longer look at this strange woman, she happened to lean on him.
"Don't leave."
She was very drunk, but she pronounced these three words clearly.
Plain words, plain story.
There is no love at first sight, but love grows over time.
There is no grandeur, just the clutter of life.
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