"Last night, I dreamed that I was getting married." Su Yinian said quietly.
"Congratulations."
Su Yinian nodded, "But the target is still you."
What I will never forget is that year. He picked up flowers in the morning and evening, but all he picked up were withered.
In such a big city, she was singing alone.
If we weren't so stubborn, would the results be different?
Happiness is as short-lived as fireworks; love is as fragile as glass.
Intention: We keep our original beauty, step into society step by step, and stay away from those youthful years step by step. Busy with career, busy with development, busy with all kinds of survival, suddenly looking back, those beautiful things are gradually drifting away.