The first time Mo Qingyi met him was in the swirling snowflakes, and a glance lasted ten thousand years. He looked at this photo every day and was fascinated for ten years... And he——: Yan Yu, under the frequent "coincidences of encounters", the iron tree blossomed. But you think it's that simple? "Brother Yi" is not a vegetarian, so he can make green tea by hand. Mr. Yan also doted on him again and again, pretending to be a university teacher, but the good times did not last long, and I asked the clever Xiao Yi to see through it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you..."
"I know... And... I love you too."
Mo Qingyi thought to herself: Yan Yu, Yan Yu... You never know, I have loved you for ten years...
Intention: Loyalty of love