Youth is like a long thread. Without scissors, the bond between them can't be cut.
Qiao Qiqi was Xia Mo's childhood friend, and she had been in love since childhood. But until something happened and she met someone, something began to change.
Maybe this is fate. One accident after another makes their two intersecting parallel lines slowly balance.
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Whose hand is holding the scissors tightly?
Who lost who in the end...
Who is it...
"Hello, I'm Xia Mo."
"Hello, I am Qiao Qiqi."
Youth is not youth if it doesn't hurt.