Xia Qing always pursues things that he doesn't even understand at inopportune times. One year of madness, two years of depression, three years of waiting, four years of farewell, five years of thinking, six years of forgetfulness, and seven years when I saw that person again. He opened the shop door with his feet averted, holding a fat orange cat on his hands. Eyes warm. Xia Qing thought, how many more times can we see each other this time?
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you