When Cheng Yue met Li Xiang again, Li Xiang was petting his cat under a tall white poplar. The chirping of cicadas in summer was mixed with the purring of the big white cat. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps between the forest leaves and reflected mottledly on the street. A refreshing breeze passed by and the shadows of the trees swayed.
At that time, we were young.
Concept: Two little dogs who save each other