As the referee fired the gun, Shao Zhou saw the green shadows outside the window sweeping backwards, and the people at the starting point suddenly turned into virtual dots. This was a winding mountain road with twists and turns, and sharp turns were inevitable. Shao Zhou felt bored and opened a small window. Sang Yu turned around and was about to ask if he felt uncomfortable, then he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life. Shao Zhou held up his arms Outside the window, the tassels on the Buddhist strings on his wrists swayed with the wind. Shao Zhou leaned his head on his hands and looked at him with such a smile that the flowers outside the window were blooming, and all the people Sang Yu had seen before and after were pale. Just at this second, Sang Yu suddenly wanted to use another identity, a more intimate identity, to accompany him through the long ancient road until the end of the years.
Intention: pure love