Wang Xin never thought that he would care so little about a person. After many years, he remains the same: after many years, he remains unchanged. I even felt that the moment I lay in the coffin, I was still thinking about him.
"Xin, Chen Hua... Hey, your names combined are called Star Flower!"
Jiang Chenhua looked back at Wang Xin with a smile on his lips. "I said, do you know what the flower language is?"
Wang Xin stared hard, his eyes deep: "I will never change my heart."
Time flies and goes around, but you don't change, so how can I dare to leave. Jiang Chenhua held the warm hand and opened and closed his lips: "Take me home."