If you can't get over the mountain, I will go over it. This is what Gu Wan once liked.
Gu Wan looked at the familiar environment and the familiar people. This was probably because he could see another person's tacit understanding in a sea of people at a glance.
There is a beautiful woman smiling lightly. You are far away, looking at her and sighing.
That year, when he was still a teenager, she was as gentle as water, and she accidentally penetrated into the lake, making the waves sparkle.
When they met again, things had changed, but he could look at her with one glance and could not forget her for a long time.
(I've recently fallen in love with nurturing romances and thought about writing about them. I hope I won't be fooled this time.)