On the day Zhou Ying turned 20, there was a heavy snowfall. He stood downstairs under the person he loved most, looking at the lights that had long been extinguished.
"Zhou Ying, I will love you well"
"Zhou Ying, I exchanged forty days and nights for your forty roses. I am really at a huge loss. I have only suffered a loss for these forty roses in my life."
"Zhou Ying, remember, my name is Yu Jinghan, wait for me."
A sweet article, novice writer, please forgive me!
Intention: sweet, sweet, sweet