Meng Yaozhi had never had a passionate love in his life. The only time he indulged was when he mustered up the courage to confess to Zhou An after the sophomore party. He was stunned for a long time and finally took her hand. At that time, Meng Yaozhi thought she was the happiest person in the world. As a result, it was snowing that year, and she saw them kissing in the snow, as if it was the most beautiful form of love. He seemed to be the proud and unruly Zhou An, just like before.
——It's just that I know it's not snow, and there is no more dark fragrance.
Intention: When we see each other, we feel like we were before; when we meet again, we feel like we were the same again.