The flower of the high mountains fell from the altar
The cold and ruthless tyrant attacks the 18th line to cheat money and love from a young fool
Song Ci owed Chu Huaimu to one person in his life.
From now on I dare not return to Beijing and Hong Kong.
It is true that there is a god at the top of your head.
Every rainy day, Song Ci's whole body ached.
There was a wave of sourness in my stomach, and I recalled the scene of the breakup——
Chu Huaimu looked at him calmly, his eyes flushed red, and he clutched Song Ci's hand.
It seemed that one could clearly feel the rhythm of the veins on the back of the man's hand.
"It will rain in Beijing and Hong Kong tonight."
Song Ci was startled.
Chu Huaimu: "Don't leave yet."
Song Ci still left, and it had been five years since he left.
Intention: Flowers bloom along the way, peace and joy
