Lian Su has thought about Galangal since she was a child, and has thought about her for more than ten years. At first, there was only a faint impression and shallow feelings, just like a newborn sapling. In more than ten years, the sapling grew into a big tree, blooming bright and beautiful flowers, fermenting out the richest fragrance. When she realized it, she had long been in love with her, and couldn't live without her, until... My cousin was a boy? ? ? (Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, cousin is indeed cousin)
Intention: Some people are born wanton and do not change in old age; some people become sophisticated and mature as they grow older. But when we look at each other and smile, our young people are singing a youthful and fascinating song.