Song Jia ran to Su Xiangan
Hug him and whisper into his ear gently, "Su Xiang'an,
I have admired you for a long time."
"Seriously?
Seriously!
Su Yian—all of a sudden stroked Song Jia's head with her slender, clean hands
He hugged her gently......
Intention: If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind so sad and painted on the fan?