There was a lot of people around me. They were discussing topics that I didn't like. I could only smile and look far away. Then loneliness came from all directions and swallowed me up.
"Qiqi, look at the camera!"
"This is the third year that Jiang Muqing has loved Gu Songyue! Welcome to the Pinewood Forest!"
Intention: No one stipulates that a flower must grow into a sunflower or a rose.