"Wu Xie, the fortune teller said there is something missing in my life. Do you know what it is?" Fu Zhuoer held his chin up and raised the corners of his mouth.
"... I don't know." Wu Xie hesitated for a while.
Fu Zhuoer opened his eyes wide (?ì+_+í?): "I miss you in my life."
But how many people take these words seriously?
Concept: People may not be able to get their own love