"Qin Manchu, have you really thought this through?" Fu Wenyuan held a cigarette, eyes narrowed, as he leisurely blew smoke rings.
Three years of high school and four years of college: Fu Wenyuan had occupied Qin Manchu's entire youth. Did she have any regrets? Qin Manchu had always felt that she was the one who had reached too high. Seven years, and it seemed to be over.
"Qin Manchu, I've been chasing after you for a long time."
"Mm."
"Will you give me a chance?"
"Qin Manchu, it's snowing."
"Mm."
"Will you give me a chance, and let me grow old with you?"
Her nose stung, and tears streamed down her face.
Shen Jiaxing, let's do as you wish.
"Okay."
Theme: Strive to become better versions of ourselves
