He stood under the sky full of fireworks and stared at me. Countless shots surrounded us in the center, like a sacred ceremony.
"Mujia, will you be my girlfriend?"
The moment his voice fell into my mind, I seemed to fall into the clouds, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy.
"I'm sorry, Master Chu, I don't like you."
A well-known rising male artist publicly confessed his love to his agent on the show, but was rejected.
I know that the topic of this program has stabilized.
Concept: In this bustling city, which one is her salvation, bread or love?