When Lu Chaochao was in his third year of high school, a new classmate was transferred to the class. He was very good-looking, like the snow that never melts on the top of the mountain. He always wore a string of old, faded red bead bracelets on his slender wrists.
You are more permanent than forever
You are longer than long
you will become a moon
forever hanging in my heart
Lu Chaochao×Su Mu
Intention: study hard