This article is not an inner monologue, it just wants to tell a story lightly.
The writing is poor, but I just wanted to write, so please be considerate.
Yi Shu once said, A is like honey, B is like arsenic.
That's how love is.
It's just that this story, although it looks like all the little romances, is different from them.
Listen to me coming slowly: Kuang Qi Kuang Qi Kuang Qi~~~~~ (Onomatopoeia...)