Lin Jiashu's July is parting, August is blank, and September is heartbeat.
Su Jiang's is probably the chaos before September, and the clarity in September and after
Su Jiang: "Uncle, why do you call me Berry? Do you think I'm as sweet and sour as strawberry jam but also fragrant?"
Lin Jiashu; "No."
Su Jiang: "That must be because I like cranberry-flavored things." Lin Jiashu looked at Su Berry, who had a silly smile on his face and looked expectantly at him, and said, "Baby, I'm a fool."
Su Jiang: "Blocked, even the drift bottle can't contact me!"
Lin Jiashu; "With the curtains drawn in broad daylight, it's easy to teach children bad things. Besides, you're right next to me. What kind of drift bottle do you want?"
Su Jiang said that standing on the podium for a long time was taking advantage, and her sanctimonious appearance seeped into her daily life.