Xie She met Lu Zhiyao for the first time. The confusing lights of the bar were shining on the bridge of his nose. She was sitting in the middle of the bustle of people and people drinking wine. Her calm eyes were covered in Yingying's smiling eyes, like a snow-capped cold pool, with shimmering waves and noise, and the underwater tentacles turning into ice. So she received the first failed conversation in her life - the girl who was as tall as a jade, smiled very considerately and politely, shook her phone and said, "The battery is out, I'm sorry." However, she didn't press the screen.
When Lu Zhiyao met Xie She for the second time, he met the other person's eyes that were so bland that he turned a blind eye. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or annoyed. That night when she walked into the bar, she was attracted to him at first sight. It seemed that after countless psychological preparations, she still couldn't resist the feminine fragrance of the other person.
Lu Zhiyao's free and unruly wind still blew into Xie She's smoke-filled world.
Thorns and flowers are all in her way.
Intention: My dear, measure your path.