When he was a child, he taught her how to play chess and military chess, and she asked him to pick up pebbles and fan paper shells. No matter how reluctant he was, he couldn't resist her fiery madness.
While moving forward, looking back, smiling and crying.
She asked: "What is love? Is it the appreciation of a chance encounter, or the touching feeling of being together?"
The blooming camellia tattoo on his chest is probably the best proof that it is not the flower she loves.
He stood very tall, and she could only stand where he could see her with all her strength.
She came to him in the most clumsy way possible.
From then on, wherever Mu Changyi was, it became a battlefield.
Tang Ze said: "Mo Ran, if it takes my life to pay for it, then just take it."
Wang Weijun and Xiao Zhu ended their fight with a lose-lose outcome. Wang Weijun said: "Mo Ran, I hate you."
Yan Xin said: "It's you who deserve to die."
Xing Ye asked: "Are you happy, Mo Ran?"
Those inexplicable frivolous impulses are like a heart on fire, burning with blazing flames and leaving scars after burning out.
In the remaining ashes, luckily you are still here.
I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.