Why do you like Qingchao? Is it because of the plum blossoms here or because of him?
It's only a few steps away, but I can't touch your hand. You laughed. Why were you laughing?
What kind of yin and yang are you playing... Come back, bastard.
Bastard, what should I do? I seem to have fallen in love with you.
I build a city of time in my heart, for you and for me. Say, okay?
Qingqing is here to open a pit with new articles. The quality of the pit is not guaranteed. Try not to give up.