Qiu Yueyi always describes her life as calm, transparent, quiet and weird. If there is anything I can recall, it is just the calls of "autumn".
Hello, Qiu; Goodbye, Qiu.
How do we interpret love and how do we pursue love? Is it deified love or love with a clear price tag?
When I look into your eyes, all I ask for is the first pure love.
Intention: Keep the good things