"We met in a sea of people. It was not an accident, but a plan. Disheng, what kind of flowers do you like?"
"Mint"
"What's the meaning?"
"Xu Zhen, my love is eternal and will never fade away."
The people on the road were noisy, but they couldn't cover up the girl's smile. The scenery around him was fleeting. Xu Zhen was stunned. I don't know when, everything changed...
Intention: the hope that arises spontaneously