Ice and fire, south and north, Chinese and oil painting, two parallel lines intersect at the crossroads of senior year. In the middle of winter, two lingering flowers bloomed on the branches...
"Mu Yi, what kind of relationship do we have now? Internet friends? Or bed partners?" "You are the love in my heart."
"Do girls all like to hear promises? But I have experienced too many failed promises..."
"The south of the Yangtze River is too restrictive for you. It is not as bright as the north, where the sea and the sky are vast."