Life is like a flower. It may bloom for a hundred years, but for me it only lasts ten years. In ten years, roses and wisteria surround the roses.
When he no longer calls me Yunxi, but grapefruit, his rose still has prickly thorns;
When I no longer call him Yun Chuan, but Young Master, my Young Master, I still don't know what he is!
In the past ten years, bamboo horses have circled the green plum blossoms. We, young and frivolous, have missed too many beautiful and fleeting years.
I spent seven years choosing to forget, but in the end, my extravagant hopes came to nothing.
In this life, it's him. In this life, I've only met one young master from the Gu family!