At the beginning of Quzhou, there was an existence like His Highness Xia Chuanzhong, a young man who was as perfect as a god and as dazzling as the sun. However, he had always been brooding about the forgotten game a year ago. He still remembered the girl saying it with such a sarcastic expression.
"Aren't you willing to give in?"
"... If you don't want to, just catch up. I will slow down and wait for you."
Who is waiting for whom, Lu Qianbai?
The fate of the boy and the girl intersects from then on.
"Why me?"
"Because -" the young man's voice drawled slightly, "we seem to be from the same country..."
Two people with the same indifference, the same pride, and the same excellence, were both wounded and bruised by each other's indifference, pride, and excellence.
"Lu Qianbai, I hate you."
The pale and beautiful boy breathed into her ear like orchid, like poppies swaying slowly in the night wind.
"Hate?"
The girl's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was stunned for a moment, but she still just replied lightly:
"Then just hate it."
"... If you can only get warmth by leaving, then... You'd hate it..."
"... What does it matter?"
Is this really the case, Qianbai?
Is it really okay, Qianbai?
Lian Luo hugged her into his arms - "Qianbai, can you let me stay with you for the last time?"
Not good.
If it's not good, can you cry?