There is an autumn between summer and winter, and there is an "autumn" between him and him before. Xia Sicheng did not wait for Ning Dongyun's birthday, nor for the gorgeous fireworks on New Year's Eve, nor for the blossoming spring of the next year.
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The old lady at the flower shop asked Ning Dongyun: "Young man, who are you giving these flowers to?"
Ning Dongyun smiled and replied: "My love."
Intention: He loves him, and he loves him, for a long, long time.