It was an accident, maybe. Song Qingcheng suddenly appeared in front of Gu Niange. The breeze was just right and the angle of the sun was just right.
It must be a dream, how should I describe her, overwhelming the country and turning all living beings upside down?
I am a Song Qingcheng supremacist, and I will love you still, always, and forever.
I will miss you for the rest of my life.
Ordinary love, ordinary life, but it is the most interesting life, isn't it?