"Xiaoluo, stop crying, aren't you just a man?" "Yes, Xiaoluo, is it useful for you to cry? We are about to take the college entrance examination." "Xiaoluo, you are so beautiful, are you afraid of not having a boyfriend?"... The three girls comforted a girl named An Xiaoluo who was squatting on the ground and burying her head in her knees.
Concept: The flowers of love bloom happily, and let my thoughts spread to the bottom of your heart.