Lu Ye exudes the aura of a ruffian, but such a boy likes Qin Jin, a wild rose.
She left without saying goodbye
He lit up a cigarette in despair, wanting him to forget unless he died
In order to remember her firmly, he drank to relieve his sorrows every day.
Looking at her name tattooed on her wrist, he knew she had a wild temper.
Only he can pick up this thorny rose
He is the wildest wolf on the street and she is a rose with thorns. When the two of them collide, they either bite or kiss passionately. There is never a third possibility.
Intent: Lu Ye is just like his name