Seven years ago, the stone steps on the cliff on the seaside in Greece.
She carved: i? Want? Something? Sunny.
He said: i? Want? Something? Sweet.
He turned around and disappeared into the crowd, passing by and ignoring him.
For two years, we reluctantly traveled together, got to know each other accidentally, and had no way of sending them to each other for two days and one night.
Two more years passed before me again.
She boiled the sugar, worrying that the tears in his eyes were salty, the medicine in the bowl was bitter, and the wine in the cup was astringent. Holding the honey pot, you are not surprised by the four tastes.
He stretched out his hand and led her out of the heavy rain in the mountains, out of the psychedelic shadows of trees in summer, and out of the dark cemetery in the middle of the night. The silence ends without asking for clues.
Although she painstakingly treasured a Japanese umbrella, he felt a dull pain for an old tooth decay.
How to stop the sunshine sweeping through the Bordeaux vineyards in his eyes?
How to resist, the sweet fragrance of Jiangnan flowing through her fingertips?
Her sunny. His sweetness.
Sunlight. Sugar.
There is nothing more powerful than what your heart desires.
I struggled, feared, and retreated in countless ways. In the end, I was unable to resist.
It's worth mentioning the past, what you can't figure out, and what you can't get, you can give up at this point.
For the next three years, the morning and evening were cloudy, sunny, rainy and foggy, and my eyes were full of emotions.
Who has fallen into whose scheme, who has fallen into whose addiction, why should we care?
However, the years have shown pity, and I have handed over the rocking chair to you. In the name of love, we have prosperous days and nights.