In the second year after Xiao Zhuo, a down-and-out young man from the capital, entered Nanjing's business district, he reunited with Ye Tingxuan, a teacher at home when he was young, because of a batch of goods. Five years later, he was still stunned when he saw Ye Tingxuan.
The people I loved when I was seventeen or eighteen were separated by endless wars.
The aroma of half a cup of tea overflowed, and he looked at Ye Tingxuan, who was dressed in plain clothes, with drunken eyes and dark eyes.
The courtyard is deep and invisible, but only Begonia remains.
Concept: Danmei short story