"Is this umbrella cute?" Asked Gu Jing, who was folding the umbrella seriously. "Of course." "I don't understand you girls, what's so cute about an umbrella..." Jiang Yue didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but she said, "As long as it's yours, it's all cute." Gu Jing smiled and touched her head: "Then you are very cute too." "Huh?" The stupid Jiang Yue had not yet reacted. "You too, you are mine." Gu Jing looked at her lovingly and smiled. It was a rainy evening when she was seventeen. If possible, Jiang Yue hoped that time could be frozen on that rainy night forever, the rainy night with him.
Intention: To express the beautiful love of seventeen years old