[Apologies from Ma Baiquan and Zhang Kangle's fanfic #ooc]
For many years to come, whenever he recalled the summer in Xiqiao when he was 18, Ma Baiquan would remember the mango double-skinned milk and a young man who left countless marks on his life.
The hands that hugged each other on New Year's Eve, the days when we lived together in Hengdian, the first endorsement by two people. Those feelings that cannot be expressed in words are collectively called love.
(Ooc apologies!! Ooc apologies!!)
Motto: Eternal love