The first time I saw him, he was lying on the grass sleeping, like a cute elf that no one could bear to disturb. ． ． ． ． ． "Hey, who are you, and why are you in my garden?" He talked to me, and it sounded great, haha.
Spring is the season when all things revive. Two people meet as if destined. From then on, their destinies begin to entangle and collide. ． ． ． ． ．
Zhizhi said she couldn't name it. Every time she thought of a name, it was so painful.