That year, Shen Zhi leaned against the sycamore tree, with a slender figure, and the golden thread of the setting sun wrapped around him. His features were as clear as ever, and his dark eyes were mottled by the afterglow of the setting sun. In the spotlight, he bent down and whispered in An Yu's ear: "Don't hide from me, you have to take the initiative."
Intention: Don't let deep love turn into licking dogs