Chu Baiqiu said that my name is too fragile and fragile. When the sun rises, the falling frost turns into mist.
But I only remember that my parents said that the light frost is like the white moonlight in the world.
In the days when Shen Xinyu gave up, in the darkness that could not be escaped, his arrival was more like destiny than a childhood sweetheart.
Jiang Jingxi's eyes flashed slightly. I understood the love and compromise in his eyes. He was afraid of my answer and held me in his trembling hands. He said
"Shuangshuang, it doesn't matter if you substitute it."
His eyes were always evasive, but later I realized that he understood me and that I could see emotions in my eyes. He was afraid that I would see the out-of-bounds love in his eyes, so he only dared to look at my shoulders and the mole on the side of my neck.
On the cold winter day that I hate the most, he hugged me gently and told me a secret with red ears.
His voice was deep, his big hands fell on my neck, and he said that he had kissed this mole countless times in his dreams.
Intention: Warm life is broken unexpectedly, is love an illusion or reality.