[The talkative dog-type male protagonist vs. The sensitive and slow-heated little white flower] Those days in Songcheng were like a dream gifted by fate to Lin Jianan. It was a dream that should not exist in her boring life. Even thinking about it made her feel luxurious. She originally wanted to continue her life of a walking dead after having a bit of indulgence, but she bumped into his eyes after getting drunk.
On a snowy night, with heavy snow falling outside the window, a familiar face appeared on her neck. Snow is flying outside the window, and the dead trees in her world are springing up.
Not everyone's youth is vigorous, but everyone's youth is endlessly memorable. These years are very short, but they are nostalgic enough that long after youth has passed, those years are still burning our souls, giving us the courage to resist the world at a certain moment when we are unwilling to compromise.
Concept: What is rare in a long life is the spirit of youth