It never seems to snow in Xicheng, but the wind is biting, like thousands of cold needles piercing the skin.
Friendship is the gentlest companionship in the long river of time. It is silent but worth a thousand words. But his intervention makes people feel like a boat, rocking. In the end, it can only be like two shooting stars passing by, leaving nothing but a moment of light.
Let the story end in this winter. I didn't miss it, but I just embarked on different roads and looked at different scenery.
Intention: Love others and love yourself