Warning! In the next year, those who are exposed to thunder will avoid themselves.
[The sweet-scented osmanthus in Hangzhou has been fragrant for the fourteenth year, and the rime is waiting for its own sweet-scented osmanthus.
"Mr. Shen doesn't order flowers out of the company's account?"
"I'm afraid you'll recognize the snow in New York."
When the announcement of a multinational meeting and the flute score sounded at three o'clock in the morning,
The prince pretending to be drunk grabbed his wrist and said, "The sweet-scented osmanthus wine that I didn't finish talking about back then... Does it still count?"
The wind from the top floor passes through the hall,
A dried rose fell from the piano case. "
[Calm, self-possessed, Wusong VS Shen Weimian, who pretends to be cool in the early stage and acts coquettishly in the later stage]
Intention: Reunion after a long absence