"How on earth can you agree to be my girlfriend." The 8th Lieutenant Colonel, who had never been rejected by anyone, scratched his head irritably, then raised his eyes in a soft tone. The innocent and drooping corners of his eyes made him look like a puppy waiting to be taken home. The girl who was holding a palette and drawing in front of him didn't even look at him. "Who are you?" Zhao Chennian suddenly understood what she meant. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, then stood up, straightened his clothes solemnly, and extended his hand to her. "My name is Zhao Chennian, from Luo City." "I have a bad temper. Don't mess with me, and don't chat with me. Everyone here counts, otherwise I won't be able to control myself." Chen Que listened, the corners of his mouth curled up. These words were exactly the same as when they first met seven years ago. "But you are different." "You are the only exception in my life. I light up the street lights in the entire city and connect them to the stars in the world, just to find my moon." "Chen Que, I want you to be my hope." Hope exists, hope is happy, and hope remains for the rest of my life. When they are eighteen years old, the boy holds the hope that belongs to him, just like a star lighting itself up and finding the moon that attracts everyone's attention.
Concept: The young man's clean eyebrows have been in my heart for many years.