From a glass of hot soy milk on the breakfast table to a glass of light rose red champagne on the banquet table.
The stars are deep, but we love passionately.
On the night after they broke up after college, Mu Shixu drank himself into the hospital
After meeting again, he squatted half-crouched on the head of Jiu Shan's bed, his half-closed almond eyes looked a little tired, his thin lips were slightly opened and he said in a deep voice, "Don't you hate me? Why are you still holding me back?"
"Do you want to play hard to get? I will be soft-hearted."
Later
Jiu Shan is no longer the innocent little girl.
And he will always remember that the girl loved the flower named Gypsophila the most and longed for the starry night sky the most.
Intention: The world is turbid and love is rare