"Zhou Jingqi, you are such a boring man. You put on a bad face all day long. Why don't you smile?"
Xu Jingran poked Zhou Jingqi's face and asked
Zhou Jingqi turned his head stiffly and said softly, "No?" He curled his face stubbornly.
"Are you not happy to meet a beautiful woman like me? Or are you saying you don't love me anymore, Zhou Jingqi!"
The gyroscope of time is slowly turning, "squeaking, squeaking, squeaking" one stroke at a time, and youth is slowly flowing like a moment.
Perhaps if fate were to change, we would have been unable to meet if our stories were reversed. The strands of red threads would turn into countless emptiness.
"Is it okay if I be good?"
"Zhou Jingqi, I can't see through you, but tell me, will it be you on the other side of the cloud?"
Intention: The flowers are blooming, Zhou Jingqi, come with me to see them