He had written countless other people's stories in his life, but when it came to his own story, he became filled with doubts. At a glance, everything is in the past and has happened. What else does he have to gain? His passion and ambition have already peeled off when he was young. He accomplished nothing in the beginning and nothing in the end.
Only this spring beauty is left, passing away year after year.
Nanheng: You got me.
Yancheng: You don't count.
Nanheng:(?í _ ì?)
I don't want to be a fake romantic shou × Mensao is determined to attack