"Then can you pull me one more time?" Jiang Chuanze's eyes turned red, and there was a slight cry in his hoarse voice.
This is considered, he is begging her.
"I'm tired and don't want to meddle any more."
His business has become a no-brainer for her.
The summer in Chengyang Middle School was beautiful, starting from the moment Liang Ran put out Jiang Chuanze's cigarette. It was the life-saving hand extended by Liang Ran on the rooftop, the first kiss under the sunset in August, and the two-way rush in times of crisis...
How many years have passed, no one can let go, time has worn away too much, but it cannot wear away Jiang Chuanze's stubbornness, nor can it wear away Liang Ran's arrogance.
Jiang Chuanze came close to death countless times, but Liang Ran's words stuck in his heart:
++++++++——Live well.
That little boy will find the light in the dark night.
...
Many years later, he hugged Liang Ran from behind, held her tightly in his arms, and leaned close to her ear:
"Liang Ran, I want you to drown in my love river, Jiang Chuanze.
Intention: People should look forward, and flowers will bloom toward the sun.