The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the small pavilion on the top of the mountain, and Zhou Shuangshuang leaned on Wang Chengdan on the bench.
Wang Chengdan, do you think anyone will remember us?
I don't know if any of us ordinary people in the market will have an audience. Wang Chengdan replied.
Yes, I am your audience. Zhou Shuangshuang smiled happily.
Concept: the love of common people