What is it like to fall in love with a neighbor? Nanchu is my downstairs neighbor. Our first meeting should be described as awkward.
Nan Chu took me to Kleinhai, where I had not seen for a long time, and took out a bouquet of white roses: "The flower language of white roses is: I am good enough for you, but you are the only one who is good enough for me."
The waves of Clay Sea will never stop, and neither will my love for you.
Concept: Relaxing love story
