Miss Shen, who suffered a family tragedy, was forced to return to Laicheng, where she grew up as a child. She thought that her bad life would never see any light, but she met the light of her life here.
Shen Sen thought of that dream, that meeting under the moonlight, the person who knew she loved fish-flavored shredded pork rice and that familiar childhood photo.
Although we have only met each other a few times, we know each other better than anyone else.
"Song Lang, I feel like we hit it off right away." The girl's clear and shining eyes seemed to hold all the beauty in the world, and her thick eyelashes blinked.
Song Lang was stunned for a moment, his beautiful peach blossom eyes showing a rare emotion at this time, and then he couldn't help but said: "We are old friends."
The voice was low and ethereal, and seemed even smaller when paired with the sound of rolling waves.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
The sun is like you but not as good as you. You are like the sun but better than light.
Song Lang, you will always be the hottest sun in my life
Intention: He is brighter than the sun