It rained heavily in the south of the city, and the clothes of the two people were soaked in the good spring weather of March.
The two people looked at each other intently, with boundless chaos extending behind them, as if the second before the earth's crust collapsed.
The four seasons in the south of the city encompass all the glorious years, with jasmine blooming all over the hills.
——————Preliminary summary
1. A poorly written love story
2. I am a love-minded person, my writing is poor, I am fond of clichés, and my emotions are slow.
There is no pattern in the plot, everything serves the characters
3. Due to personal reasons, I will update from time to time.
————Conventional emotion:
Looking back at the first half of my life, it no longer matters whether it was bitter or sweet. Now I want to hold your hand and walk towards the Puguang Avenue.
Finally, thank you to every reader for listening to my ramblings
danke
Concept: Every unique person has the ability to love