Well, when did the story begin? In fact, Angela Ye didn't know. She only remembered that day when he was playing games at home. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He opened the door so gently, and then experienced those stories one by one, winding, wandering, intertwining, and entwining. 'This time, I'm willing to give in. ' It's you who gave me the romance and preference I never had in love. Thank you. It's a pity that I can't remember your name at all. [Warning! The author's writing is scummy and he lets himself go freely. He updates from time to time. Moreover, his writing style is either ordinary scumbag or the kind of garbage that is inferior to that of a primary school student. He is very stupid. I hope you don't scold me. Thank you.]
Concept: Uncertain feelings and love without ending