Black hair, white hair.
Intertwined with each other, lingering for a long time.
Blue gold, cool white.
This is the temperature of the fire in our hearts.
Your hand, hold my hand.
My heart follows your heart.
I hope you never let go in this life.
We are willing to hold hands and look at each other and talk about youth and frivolity together!
This is a Dou Po fanfic, based on the original "Fight Po Clan", with considerable changes. If the interests of the original author are infringed upon, we are willing to bear the corresponding responsibility.
It can also be said that this is a re-creation of the author's article. You can think of it as me sharing my thoughts.