Qi Xiaoyu walked into Inch, and from then on, his life was divided into the first half of his life and the future. Cigarettes and perfume mixed with ambiguous music, charming eyebrows and smooth skin will leave engraved traces on the soul from now on.
Fan Ran wandered in Qi Xiaoyu's heart again, wondering if falling in love again would no longer be as sweet as before.
Perhaps, compared to loving others, loving yourself is more difficult.