The south wind knows my thoughts, and the east wind blows my thoughts.
At that time, Wei Zhiyi, who was already in Japan, regretted every time he thought about everything between him and Nanfeng. If I hadn't been so insistent on my so-called original intention, but instead fought and fought for it. Will the result be different?
When they first met, she was still ignorant, but he fell in love at first sight.
On the first New Year's Eve, she appeared to be deliberately seducing but was actually heartless, and he appeared to be in love but was actually deeply in love.
On the second New Year's Eve, she said "Pipa don't hug me" on the surface, but it was a fake show, and he looked calm on the outside, but he was actually heartbroken.
On New Year's Eve without her company, he could only silently inquire about her news.
Until another year, she fell into a trap and was about to get married. He was in a foreign country and was very anxious.
Wei Zhiyi thought: This time, it is finally my turn to be the latecomer. I fought and fought for it, but I still came out on top.
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Miss Mimosa*Mr. Moth
I will draw you and include you, your bones, your blood, and your flesh into my bones, my blood, and my flesh. Life after life, we will never be separated.
How do you know that I am not a moth chasing a flame, contented.
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When Fu Nanfeng was a child, he looked at the paintings of warriors in his room and imagined that his father was that warrior.
The adult Fu Nanfeng looked at the same painting and imagined that a certain vague shadow was that warrior.
When she was stuck in the mud again, Nanfeng's eyes were firm. This time, she saw her own face in the painting.
Concept: Everyone is a warrior who saves himself in fairy tales.