Spring in Hangdao came late this year, and the old snow from winter is still lingering.
On a seemingly ordinary rainy night, Zhang Chihuai met Xu Yinxiao in the attic recording studio.
In this life, this story begins from this day.
It was snowing in spring in Hangzhou on the day we met. When I met you, my heart melted, and the spring snow turned into spring rain.
Xu Yixiao: "Zhang Chihuai, this is not the first time we have met."
Zhang Chizhun: "I know, Xiaoxiao."
In fact, it's not that I don't want to meet you again in this life, it's just that my memory has begun to become wet, and the wet corner cannot be squeezed dry.
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Fate is indeed a good screenwriter, and has written too many encounters and reunions, sour and happy scenes.
You don't know and you don't know me.
But I want to say to you, "Long time no see."
This story is purely fictional.
Intention: Reminiscing about meeting each other in the past, it seems as if we were in a previous life. How about we meet now, rather than in the previous life?