"Chen Nian, you want to get rid of me with a broken mirror, who do you think I am?"
Jiang Shuci angrily threw half of the mirror into the corner and slammed the door without looking back. The mirror was smashed to pieces, and Shen Nian was stunned at what to do.
Many years later, Shen Nian came back. Jiang Shuci blocked her in the psychologist's lounge, stared at her coldly, and took out the mirror from his pocket. The broken dregs were glued together by him, making them uneven and without the original gloss and shine of the mirror.
"Can we get back together again? You said so"
Love is a person's hazy mist,
Mixed with the airtight feeling of longing.
Intention: You are the joy of youth, and the boy I like is you.
