Three-eight-twenty-one, maybe God is blind. Thirty-nine and twenty-seven, this is an era where good and bad are indistinguishable. Song He, you owe me a century in Paris; Bai Jizi, I want your life. (Someone's inner monologue) Their meeting was originally a Mary Sue plot, but someone wanted to commit suicide, so it was changed into a sadistic drama. It's not easy to cry (maybe, hey hey), I have always had a story in my heart, write it down and give it to you when you are in desperate situation.
Intention: I hope everyone will meet the right person and do things worthy of themselves.