Lin Xiaomu, who had never smiled much since childhood, always wore a face that looked melancholy for no reason. He was a melancholy handsome man, but there were people who lamented his cold temperament and flawless face every day. He looked for presence no matter what, especially a certain man named Luo.
Luo: Xiaoxiao, just smile, don't be so sad
Lin Xiaomu, who was just in a daze:...
Classmate:......
Intention: Smile and save ten years
