I, Qian Tang, am in Cardamom Years. Not married, not in love, a lovely morning glory.
I have four best friends in my life, including one girl and three boys.
Among the three boys, one liked to play with me, one I had a crush on for a short time, and one was often bullied by me.
Ah, they're all handsome guys.
My mother said: Qian Tang, you can't fall in love until you reach the age of weak crown!
In fact, all the above is nonsense.
My writing has something to do with this. (∩_∩)