The autumn night was wet and cold, and the sweet-scented osmanthus was scattered all over the ground. She was covered in frost and snow and disappeared into the moonlight. From then on, only people were left to take tea and cool down, and the old friend was unforgettable.
If we don't return home, when can we see each other again?
Real scoundrel x prude
Intention: Just move forward and don't look back