Since the age of 13, that name has been mixed into Cen Jin's blood.
But when did you start being obsessed with him? Cen Jin thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. She only remembered the man smoking silently on the sofa at the party night. The smoke rings were entangled layer by layer, and he couldn't get rid of them. His outline was blurred in the mist. When going out, Cen Jin was a little dizzy because of drinking, so he stood up behind him and helped her. Cen Jin recalled that day and always wondered what kind of man he was. In such smoke, there was no smoky smell on his body, only a faint smell of mint perfume.
Lin Yinian. A pronunciation that rises and falls again.
It seems that I feel powerless as long as it is about you. I have always wanted to catch up with you, stand proudly in front of you, and no longer look up to you, but why do you move so fast? Can't it be slower?