When Xu Yuan first met Cheng Zhen, the young man was cold and indifferent. There were too many things in his eyes that Xu Yuan could not see clearly.
Later, Cheng Zhen gave his only tenderness to Xu Wan, the girl who gradually planted sunflowers in his cold garden.
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Cheng Zhen tapped the railing with his fingers, not once.
His eyes moved from the girl's delicate face to the river, and he said casually: "Make a wish, I want to make a wish to you."
"I said, I want to make a promise to you, will you agree? I said, will you be my girlfriend? I said, will you be my future?" Cheng Zhen's deep voice flowed into the ears of the wisher.
Intention: Fireworks to the stars, all wishes come true.