The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Many years have passed, and Song Chu's temperament is still miserable and cold. With a "ding dong" sound, Si Fan's WeChat message was sent again. "Baby, remember to buy some sugar-roasted chestnuts when you get home." Song Chu looked at his phone and replied with a simple "ok".
Youth is luxuriant, and the years are like songs. Thank you for always being by my side.