Lin Yufei, a white rose, had taken root in Ji Jian's heart for several years... When he wanted to uproot it, he found that the once white rose had turned into a cinnabar mole, which was branded on his heart. If you can't pull it off anymore, then slowly start with the people around her.
Younger brother? "You don't have to be so outspoken, just call me brother."
Best friend? "It's okay, it's easy!"
... Lin Yufei looked at Ji Jian standing at the door of his house with his luggage, and mentally scolded Lin Yu for that kid...