Song Huaiyang felt that this was how he would be for the rest of his life. It was good to be alone.
Until,
"Song Huaiyang!"
"Do you like me?"
"Don't like it."
"Song Huaiyang, you lied to me like a puppy!"
Later,
"Song Huaiyang, you are a puppy."
"Well, I'm a puppy."
Later,
Four seasons, three meals, sunset, two people, a lifetime
Concept: Citrus trees in summer, both bitter and sweet