A city like Longcheng cannot withstand the ravages of heavy rain. It has experienced too much historical suffering, and is in decay both above and below the ground. A heavy rain or an earthquake may kill it.
But He An still didn't want to leave.
Her youth is here, with the intoxicating fragrance of locust flowers, blending with the endless flow of time and space.
"Are you a fool?" Lu Qing was drunk and turned his head to look at her with squinted eyes. "Every fool knows that you can't just give money to others."
"But I only have money. I like you and have nothing else to give you. I'm a few years older than you and I don't even have youth." He An said drunkenly, holding his head.
"I don't want money, give me something else." Lu Qing shrugged. This was a habit he learned from Americans, and he thought he was very free and easy.
He An looked at his handsome face stupidly, as if he was possessed: "What do you want? I'll give it to you."
Then Lu Qing's lips pressed against hers.
We are seven years apart and we love each other.
The eyes of the world compete with our love, causing the solid armor to be pierced.
But He An, so what?
I like you.