"You are never unlucky. Meeting you is my luck. The luck that only belongs to me is also the knowledge that belongs to you."
Wei Youxing always felt that his name was wrong. It was clearly called Youxing, but why was his life so unfortunate? He was not lucky. Wei Youxing smiled. Maybe it was just like this name. He had never been lucky.
But just when he thought he had always been unlucky, he met Li Zhiyu, and luck really meant luck.
"Thank you, Li Zhiyu, for giving me the honor to meet you."
A novice at writing, writing for the first time
Intention: When people cross over, what is behind is bright and brilliant