Meng Jin fell in love with a moon. His face was flawless in front of the spotlight, and he was also impeccable in front of the 24-hour camera, and she was just one of the thousands of waves rushing towards him.
Occasionally she fantasizes about the moon coming to her, but she will immediately make a calm and composed judgment: [0.01%]
Haha! I just love you. The moon is bright and bright, thousands of miles away. If you come here, what kind of moon will you be? (Immersed in sadness...)
Wait, something doesn't seem right. Li Xianxian, what do you mean? Why did you let me fly over? ? ?
Intention: If you can't reconcile it, you'll argue, and it won't be easy for anyone.