01.
"Good night."
Seeing such a reply, Xia Chun withdrew lonely. Because they are used to being kissed after good night, but now even good night is almost becoming a luxury.
"I turned off the lights."
"…."
The people who are closest to the customs have such a mission, and the glory can be highlighted even more in winter.
Closing her eyes, the once full happiness echoed in Xia Chun's chaotic mind. The first confession, the first hand-holding, the first kiss, the first quarrel.