At the end of the fog, at the invisible edge, can the lost girl and the looming boy meet again? Poems about love
Wan Wan, why did you stain my manuscript paper again?
Hehe, brother Chenran, you look at the pile of manuscript papers every time and don't play with me.
If I don't work hard, how can I make money to support you?
I'll stamp it with you and play with you when I'm done, okay?
Good!