The chirping of cicadas slid across the leaves, the cool breeze chased the summer moon, and in the hot weather in the south, Qiao Hansheng felt a snow fall in her heart.
After knowing each other for ten years, Gu Chen was like a thorn in Qiao Hansheng's heart.
Some people, when they first meet someone, they think they are like them, but when they get along with them, they feel they are hostile. After losing contact, they always think of him for no reason. Gu Chen is someone like Qiao Hansheng.
On the day when she mustered up the courage to confess her love, all Qiao Hansheng's sincerity was knocked to the ground by a photo and buried in the massive snow in her heart.
Qiao Hansheng thought that all the loves she had in this life might be forgotten until one day, when she was throwing away garbage downstairs in the community, she was entangled by a puppy.
At first, only the small dog could wag its tail, but gradually, why did the "big dog" also wag its tail?
"Qiao Hansheng, it's snowing."
"Qiao Hansheng, we meet again."
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"Qiao Hansheng, no matter whether the weather is good or bad, I want to see you. No matter whether the milk tea shop has a second cup at half price, I still want to bring you a cup."
"I really want to see you openly without looking for any reason."
"Can you try to let me into your life?"
"Qiao Hansheng, I like you."
On the seventy-seventh day after her silent confession was killed, Qiao Hansheng seemed to have encountered a "miracle" that belonged to her.
The stars shine brightly on the winter night, and the evening wind will not raise its head, but Qi Ji will lower his head.
Intention: To love, to believe, and to have a warm dream on a winter night in the South.