In the youth of Anniversary, joy and gloom alternated. She walked on the path spoken by her relatives, squandering the passion of life excessively and feeling the dullness of degradation.
On the edge of the cold lake, Zhou Nian was held tightly by Chen Shinian's arm. He was carrying a street lamp, looking down at her, and said softly:
"The flowers in your pocket are beautiful."
"What is its flower language?"
"I only love you."
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"I knew she just wanted to pick up the roses, but I still stepped forward and caught her." ——Chen Shinian
Purpose: Happiness is the most important thing