"Qin Manchu, have you thought clearly?" Fu Wenyuan held a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and puffed out smoke rings leisurely.
Three years in high school and four years in college, Fu Wenyuan occupied Qin Manchu's entire youth. Ask her if she regrets it. Qin Manchu always felt that she had reached a higher level. Seven years seemed to be the end.
"Qin Manchu, I have been pestering you for a long time."
"Hmm"
"Do you want to give me a chance?"
…………
"Qin Manchu, it's snowing"
"Hmm"
"Do you want to give me a chance and I'll grow old with you?"
His nose was filled with sourness, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.
Shen Jiaxing, just do as you wish.
"Good".
Purpose: Strive to become a better version of ourselves