Cheng Yi:
The first time I saw him, I was deeply attracted. The crescent-moon-like curved eyebrows, tender eyes, and the tenderness in her bones made me a little overwhelmed. He said he liked gardenias, and at that moment I had the urge to give him all the gardenias. Standing next to the gardenia tree was a flawless young man. Sunlight wine fell on the young man's brow. The young man smiled softly, and I seemed to fall.
Shen Xia:
I like gardenias. They are green and a little mature. Like him, he is obviously a child, but he has an indescribable sense of stability. He is also a gentle person. Although he did not express it, I clearly felt it. Unlike others, he only released kindness and tenderness to me, without hypocrisy. He doesn't seem to like to laugh, but when he smiles the world seems to become more colorful. He has a nice smile, I thought.
Intention: Fall