That year when Xia Ju came to City A, she only remembered that there were countless romances in the mountain city and it was nothing like her hometown.
When she was eighteen years old, Xia Ju met a young man in this romantic mountain town. He appeared in front of her with a smile. His smooth and clear face showed his sharp and cold eyes, his black hair and blue clothes were like the beautiful young man in Greek mythology looking at daffodils. I love my little niece so much that he hurts my sister. I'll give it back. Xia Ju drunkenly hugged his neck and smiled slightly and said, Yin Moqing, do you like orange-flavored candies? Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed his pale lips. The expression on her face was indifferent or shocked. He kissed her lightly, kissed her lips gently, and then explored more deeply. "In fact, that day, I personally heard him tell his friends how he could like her. It was just for fun. I will leave her when she falls in love with me. Her heart hurts so much. Since then, she seemed to have disappeared, as if she had never appeared in this city."
We met again six years later. He met her in a small town on an island. She worked at the front desk of a hotel, but when she looked at him, there were no stars or smile on her lips.
Intention: I love the boy in the mountain city