Chen Bie handed me a rose and said calmly: "It grows on the roadside. I think it suits you very well."
The peanuts were wanton, different from the delicate ones sold in flower shops, dark red, charming and gorgeous.
I smiled, lowered my head and kissed the rose, wiping away the tears from its eyes.
Chen Bie Jiang Bai
Demining: A short story about bad blood and no reason, novice writing, the second male lead is forcibly married and robbed
Concept: Jiaojiao dews quietly