Lightning cracked a crack in the dark night, followed closely by thunder.
It was at this time that Ning Chixiao met Jiang Wanchuan. The noble young boy had a rose brooch on his collar. He got out of the car. The wind made people panic. He cautiously and firmly approached a little wild cat that was soaked by the rain.
The little wild cat was probably used to being afraid. As soon as he stretched out his hand, his fangs fell heavily on the back of the boy's hand.
The young man sighed and put the kitten into his arms without changing his expression, "No one wants the kitten, and neither do I."
Probably because the young man's tone was too gentle, he remembered it for many years.
Until they met again, Ning Chixiao leaned back on the chair with a frivolous smile. Jiang Wanchuan lazily put his arm around his shoulders and whispered, "Do you like roses?"
"But no one says a flower has to be a rose."
The rose has become a rose, just bloom.
Deep down, he is extremely world-weary and yet extremely gentle and accepting. The perfect person is set up very stable and is extremely depressed on the inside.
Intention: There will always be light as you move forward