"Be obedient and let go, Chen Xiang."
"Brother... Do you miss me? But I miss you." Countless days and nights have alternated, and some people have become sick with longing.
It seemed that the evening breeze was blowing, caressing his cheek gently and tenderly, like the palm of his brother's hand, warm and comfortable. Chen wanted to know: it was his brother who was here.
Intention: Brave, not afraid of the world
Hey, not bad, not bad (?^?^)?