How long can you make a living from your passion? Fu Yu thought she could persist in society. Even if one day life dulled the love in her heart, it didn't matter. She still had that person by her side. However, on the eve of graduation, the person she felt she could hold her hand with and grow old with her suddenly broke up with her. One year after graduation, there was a problem with her job, she lost her love for him, and the time to give stopped.
A few years later, at a professional gathering, Fu Yu met the man who broke up with her outside the KTV.
"Fuyu, whose Guoren am I?"
"Fuyu, whose Guoren am I?"
"Fuyu, whose Guoren am I?"
Fu Yu dragged his big piece of dog-skin plaster to one of the private rooms, "It's mine, it's mine, okay? Shut up."
The dog-skin plaster behind him would not shut up, and asked again: "Who am I?"
Fu Yu didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Fu Yu was going crazy, "Hao Guoran, you are Hao Guoran!"
"No, I am Xiao Yu'er, I am Xiao Yu'er's Guoran."
Since his return, time has begun to flow again.
Intention: Love will never die, love will never be lost.
