Many years later, Shen Ziyan couldn't help but recall the past. When did he fall in love with Lin Wangxi? I always thought it was the moment when Shen Ziyan grabbed him at the subway station, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid that the thousand-year-old glance at him for the first time had already started to throb, but I didn't even know it at the time.
The young man's wanton eyebrows have become increasingly blurry.
What year has it been since this eve?
Lin Wangxi: Shen Ziyan, how long do you think we can go?
Shen Ziyan: Forever.
Lin Wangxi: Shen Ziyan! I'm serious!
Shen Ziyan: Well, like this, hold me. As long as you hold my hand, I will never let go.
Intention: If you keep it in mind, there will be a response.