Shen Yili looked at Qiao Jian infatuatedly. Before leaving, he held an umbrella for her and sent her to that street corner. As soon as he turned around, they parted ways and looked at the horizon... Why do we have to do it again if we have no regrets? If we have no regrets, are we really without regrets...
Intention: Live well, if you miss it, you will really miss it