"Dear young man, you look as fragrant as flowers when you stand under the camphor tree. I will nestle my head on your broad shoulders, keep my thoughts away, and wait for the next year to watch the spring flowers bloom, just like this all year round."
Although the train of time has not arrived, their ending has already been written. This is the story of Song Huaiqiu and Jiang Beicheng.
One day, I will write my love and hate into a book. I hope that we can all be relieved in my lifetime.
Ps: The writing style is rough, don't comment if you don't like it. If there is something wrong, please let me know. This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. The author is a useless copywriter... [Oh my god]