The high-spirited young man never thought that the girl who impressed him was so mysterious and unrestrained. Looking at her was like looking at a flower in the fog. This flower had a pure and beautiful appearance, but it was always separated by an illusory filter. It made him seem to be wearing a pair of 800-degree myopia, but he was still enjoying it and was intoxicated. There was someone who coveted this flower as much as him, so he stared more closely, thinking that they would join hands until the end, but he didn't expect that the reality was like a thick thigh, which his thin arms could not hold over, but it was even harder for him to give up. Huang Tian lived up to his wish. Seven years later, when he had the chance to meet again, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms, "Meimei, look at me... Do I still have a chance?"
Intention: A broken mirror is hard to make a round