Spring of Next Year

[Essay] Poor writing, be cautious Song Yan × Liang Jiacheng "Happy New Year, Yanyan." Liang Jiacheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, "What is your New Year's wish?" Song Yan closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, "I hope that when the fireworks bloom next time, love will also come." He suddenly turned his head and said, "Yes." —— "Song Yan's father and I always thought you would be with Yan Yan." Liang Jiacheng lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with self-mockery, "I didn't have time." —— I can't wait for my second spring. Intention: As long as you are happy