"I didn't misunderstand this time, you did like me."
"I have always liked you."
The person she likes also happens to like herself, and all good things are beckoning to Chen Huanshan.
Qu Wu Zang, I love you. I personally put the straw of hope in your hands. It doesn't matter if you are crushed to death or you are not afraid of unexpected landings. I just hope that wherever I look, you can fill my life with a smile on your face and a spring breeze in your words.
Intention: Beauty cannot last forever, accidents happen at any time, so can we let love exist first?