The memory of a fish is only seven seconds.
In my fleeting memory,
It's all you.
It had been seven years since Ruan Yu last saw Xu Chen. When he met him again, Xu Chen had lost his youthful anger, but he was still able to stand out among the crowd.
Ruan Yu turned around to leave, but was stopped by that familiar voice:
"Why, you don't recognize someone after seven years of not seeing each other?"
After so many years, Ruan Yu couldn't help but blush when he heard that lazy and improper voice again.
"Xu Chen, are you still embarrassed to come back?" Her voice was trembling and crying.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." The young man had a rare correct attitude and said seriously. "I won't keep you waiting anymore, baby."
"Before the ocean dries up, I will always love my little fish." There was seriousness in his dark eyes.
Intention: People who miss each other will eventually meet again.
