"Song Qingqian, I have hated summers for 12 years because of you, and I look forward to every summer in the future because of you. Can I be your shadow?" Zhao Yuyang kissed her face gently, and his clear eyelashes touched lightly, but they seemed to tremble in her heart. She covered the light in his eyes with one hand and ran her hand through his hair. "Zhao Yuyang, fortunately you are here, I will be your sun."
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response