Spring trip,
Apricot blossoms blow all over your head,
Whose family is young on the street?
Quite romantic.
I plan to marry you,
Rest for life.
Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned,
Can't be ashamed?
In the novel, he and she met because of this poem, but what about me?
I recited that poem in the apricot blossom forest as a joke, but it attracted him
It turns out that I am also the protagonist
It's just that I exist to complete this story.
Hidden behind the happy ending is the beauty of the flowers.
Huayang ecstasy
No one loves you
I finally admit that I wrote about the wrong man in a white text plus a plain text... Please proceed with caution...