The day when he met Ling Ou, the heat had just entered and people were about to melt in the sun. Wen Qianshan felt that his heart would turn into a clear spring. But the scorching summer was over, and the winter he hated most came. The moment the snowflakes fell on his palm, he felt that he had grasped his future. But after all, it is just a mirror, a dream.
It's summer again, but Wen Qianshan misses the hot gulls in the bed that winter.
Meeting you is a unique blessing in this life.
Motto: We all deserve to be loved