Zhou Yan met her young man, Cheng Xuan. Will this be exciting? Perhaps, in every little moment, every encounter, every loss. The seeds of heartbeat have already sprouted
Zhou Yanhui liked her boy, and because she liked him so much, she wrote long essays, poems for him, and paraded in her dreams countless times. Not only that, these efforts have also been reciprocated.
"My world is so small that it only contains me and him."
"My world is so big that all I see is him."
"Cheng Xuan, you have to coax me all your life."
Intention: love