Hot first-tier female writer VS eighteenth-tier gentle male writer (part-time teahouse owner)
The boy standing at the door looked at the car slowly driving away and returned to the store. The blue wind chimes by the window are still rustling, the pink baby's breath hanging on the corridor hides old promises, the champagne roses on the table mean that I still remember you, and that cup of refreshing lemon black tea is your taste that has never changed. I have indeed been waiting for a miracle, waiting to meet you again, waiting for the short-lived friendship when I was young, watching the flowers fall, waiting for the flowers to bloom, and never thought that I would call each other "Mr. Miss" and "you" with that girl when we meet again.
Conception:.