"Xuxu, have you ever loved me?"
In the cool autumn breeze in the evening, Xigua turned around and looked at the dark unit building in the 1990s behind him, muttering to himself.
"Hu-----"
The cold wind picked up the withered yellow leaves left on the street trees overnight and rolled towards Watermelon's feet, causing Watermelon's dull expression to suddenly sigh. She raised the collar of her windbreaker with her slender fingers and walked quickly toward the gate of the community...
Intention: