Xu Zhouyi stood under the street lamp, with his back to the light, and a smile on his lips, "Zhizhi, what should I do, this heart has been stolen by you." Lu Zhizhi opened his eyes wide, in disbelief, and stood there with a red face, at a loss.
"I mean, I've liked you for a long, long time."
Time passed very slowly at that moment, but he was not impatient at all, waiting quietly for the girl to answer.
Lu Zhizhi raised her head and looked at him, Rourou said: "They all say that green plums cannot withstand the fall of heaven. Aren't you afraid that you will regret it in the future?"
Xu Zhouyi paused for a moment, lowered his head and chuckled, holding Lu Zhizhi's wrist, pulling her into his arms and hugging her.
"It's a pity. There is no heaven here for me, only you."
There is only the little green plum that he misses so much
Intention: love you, be close to you, be with you in this life