Zhang Haoran half-knelt on the ground, pleading, "I really love you so much, don't leave me."
Bai Xue shook her head lightly, "Actually, you are very good, but we two are not suitable for each other."
"Sisters, can we rephrase this? I'm tired of hearing this line."
Bai Xue: "Brother, I just want to play with you."
Zhang Haoran: "What a coincidence, so am I."
Before I was 20 years old, I was always dissatisfied with the present, thinking that the next one would be better and more perfect. After I turned 20, I realized that in fact, what people call perfection is nothing more than "I love you."
I believe that there will always be you in the corner of this world, guarding me. Maybe this is fate, maybe this is arrangement.
In this imperfect world, there is always a perfect you.