[BE][Abuse][Abuse of the scumbag president × weak screenwriter]
"I am a half-ripe persimmon. The autumn wind abandons me on the branches of the tree.
And you love me and regard me as half a poem."
Young promise is always passionate, Song Shi understands,
At the age of twenty, Lu Rong's love was like an incomparably bright firework.
At the age of thirty, Lu Rong's unlove was the ashes after the fireworks burned out.
Concept: modern love
