Youran: In my last life, I was betrayed by my first love and was severely injured. Now that I am a human being again, I swear that I must guard my heart.
If you hadn't tried to grab my cold hand to keep warm, maybe I would really fall in love with him, that flaming man who could laugh and ride wildly with me forever!
Two hedgehogs who clearly don't know how to embrace each other approach each other with full defense but still want each other to use their softest side to turn around and embrace each other! Look how bloody we will stab each other!
Qian Dui: Why can't you fall in love with me? I was the one who met you first?
The man who was once so proud and as beautiful as a blooming manju and sandalwood has desolate eyes, his narrow eyes are slightly closed, and he looks painful and stubborn. "Actually, Qian Dui'er, you don't know how much I wish I fell in love with you instead of Qingcheng! No one would hug me with the most vulnerable side like you! That kind of love that flies into the flame, that kind of love that has no future.
Qingcheng: Is it love? It's love! When I finally wanted to speak out, you turned around and left decisively. Two years? Only two years left? There won't be a day when I can lift my hijab for you, right?
I can only send you to him, otherwise, how can I leave with peace of mind!
The years are gone, and the past is thousands of sails. The only concern in this world is you! The cold moonlight was no match for the loneliness of the white shirt on his body...
Youran, Qingcheng: Just because you don't say it doesn't mean it won't hurt, and not saying it doesn't mean you won't love, but whether or not we can all put away the spikes all over our bodies, even if we are doomed, we will try to hug you once...