When I first met Qi Shuyuan, the sun slanted into the room through the window at five or six o'clock. He stood against the light. The black trousers made him tall and slender. The strict white shirt on his upper body was incompatible with the messy studio. He was cold and alienated. With him as the center, a cold tone suddenly formed.
After the wedding: The orange sunshine in the afternoon hit the chess sets by the bay window. Ruan hope lazily leaned on the pillow, eyes rolling. Looking at the man opposite who was holding the chess piece, he secretly stretched out his sinful hands towards his fat cat. The moment he threw it at the aiming position, it was quickly caught by someone's hands and eyes. The man opposite smiled with a clear look on his face: What? If you can't beat someone, you have to imitate Qiu Fu and throw the cat~
Intention: May we no longer be afraid of darkness and become our own moon