"Brother, which kind of flower do you like best?"
He looked at the jasmine flowers on the roadside and said, "I like this flower best."
It's another year, the jasmine flowers are still blooming, and there are a few jasmine branches in the vases in the house.
Years ago, eleven years apart (highlighted here)
A seemingly slutty bar owner who is actually gentle × a lonely boy who was bullied
In my most helpless days, I have no way to repay you for taking care of me. I can only spend the rest of my life accompanying you.
Intention: I don't know what to write either