The wind blows through the roses, leaving a lingering fragrance
He is the invisible storm, he is the delicate rose, who loves and kills each other, and loves each other forever.
An unreasonable boss on campus, and a noble and noble young man from Shanghai.
"Reckless, bold, and violent" was Song Ming's first impression of Chen Dunian.
Chen Dunian raised his eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves, and blocked him in the corner. "I'm so sorry. You are so noble and delicate as a rose. That's my impression of you."
The strange looks from relatives, the strong demands of the world.
"Ming'er, I'm sorry for you. After this life, don't meet again in the next life." Chen Dunian was sitting on the beach, smoking a cigarette and looking at him with penitent eyes.
Song Ming will remember this sentence for the rest of his life, and he will never regret it for the rest of his life.
Intention: The beautiful love in the world is not affected by the world.