After an unfounded confession, Xu Ange fled, but Zhong Yanqing happened to witness it all, and coincidentally knew that this girl who cried so much was the owner of the voice in his heart. He often wondered what the owner of this voice would be like, but he was still very happy when he saw Xu Ange. He worked step by step, restraining his enthusiasm, just not to scare her, just to get closer to her, just to be the one who could hold her in his arms and give her a chest to rely on when she cried. In love, they don't seek grandeur, they only seek to "stand with you in the evening when I have free time, and laugh in front of the stove to ask if the porridge is warm."
A sudden epidemic brought the two hearts closer, and after experiencing the test of life and death, when Zhong Yanqing saw Xu Ange again, he said: "You are the half of my unfinished poem. I can only write the rest, and others cannot change a word." Xu Ange smiled, she took Zhong Yanqing's hand and ran towards the clear sky, fearless.
Concept: The so-called love is to meet the fate that you should meet in life, not early, not late, not urgent, not slow, everything is just right