If you feel that your clothes are not as good as new, and your people are not as good as before, may you travel thousands of times, and suddenly look back, and the ancients are still there, in a dimly lit place.
Xiao Gongju: You gave me a candy. I couldn't bear to eat it. I held it in my hand, but it melted.
Cutie: I'm sorry.
One hundred and one familiar faces in the toilet + ninety-nine encounters at the water fountain = you
Little Gongju in the late stage of delusion × cute little girl who is white on the outside and black on the inside