There is an old saying, love is like a storm, it comes at a loss. But more feelings are still only gradual.
Xia Qixi thought, when did she fall in love with Lin Yuan? On the football field? At the party? Or was it in the forest that night?
Lin Yuan sometimes feels that he has been wronged. Although he is not the straightest man in the universe, he is still a bamboo pole with bright roots. How could he be bent inadvertently?
When I was young, it was always easy to think about things, but I didn't know how much it cost to bear the responsibility.
But no matter what, love is like running water, both plain and twists and turns.