"The eyes are not like stars at all. Who do you think the first person who said this was expecting to look at?"
"Why don't your eyes look like stars? Last night you were leaning in my arms drunkenly, and I listened to your drunken words. There was light in your eyes, flickering dimly. In your gaze, it felt like the stars in the sky were not as good as your eyes."
"Yeah, the stars really don't look like eyes."
Ling Yao fell in love with this boy the first time she saw him. From then on, what she wanted in her heart changed from Lin Yaqi's handheld fan to Feng Xiran.
I thought it would be difficult to chase him, but I didn't expect that it would only take so many years.
I thought I could forget it, but I didn't expect it would only last so many years.
If I don't love you anymore, will you come back?
Intention: Just looking back at you makes me miss you.