(I love you, like the warm wind in August, healing your wounds)
Bai Qingjiu spent seventeen years of luck in exchange for eighteen-year-old Xu Jiayu, but in the end, it still disappeared like smoke.
No matter how old, no matter how low your self-esteem, no matter how many scars you have, the iron chain that sits quietly in your heart will persist until it falls off when I meet you.
Twenty years of healing, twenty years of waiting, twenty years of scars, I can finally say something to you.
"I love you" Xu Jiayu/Bai Qingjiu
"Casual" boy/aloof flower
Just write whatever you want + it's terrible + it's bloody
Intention: Don't give up on yourself