Walking alone on the boulevard looking at the cherry blossoms, the breeze blew gently, and my eyes turned red inadvertently. Facing the pain of employment pressure, my eyes are filled with memories of these years. Shen Yueyue was almost breathless under the pressure of everything happening now. If, could, hope, I don't remember any of this.
Shen Yueyue thought about her life from childhood to adulthood again. Although life was not well-off when I was a child, it is always beautiful when I look back on it. At this time, Ren Junhao was only full of longing for a life full of flowers. I have no nostalgia for my childhood life.