Copywriting: Awan has been thinking about Xu Yanxing for nine years without knowing whether to live or die.
Small theater: The lights in the room were dim and reflected on Awan's blushing cheeks. She grabbed his sleeves, her eyes were slightly distracted, and she whispered a word, her voice was crisp, soft and intermittent.
Xu Yanxing narrowed his eyes and raised her chin, saying in a low and coaxing voice, "Say it again."
"Awan likes Mr. Xu."
Note: double place,
Weibo: The drugstore on Chang'an Street
Intention: Intention to be added
