Xia Zhiyu × Zhuoyao
In the deep Wutong Lane, a crisp slap fell on the girl's snow-white shoulder. Broken beer bottles were scattered on the treetops on the street. The young man's casual help became the only light for Xia Zhiyu as she was sinking.
After all these years, I can only remember that day when the young man stood against the light and the breeze blew through his white T-shirt: I will marry you when you grow up.
But her light was indeed dazzling and short-lived. The six-year secret love made Xia Zhiyu like a thief spying on other people's happiness, which made her realize that Zhuoyao was out of reach for her.
On the night of graduation, the girl held a pink diary in her arms and wanted to confess to him under the influence of alcohol. However, when she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Luo Yuhang with a smile: Brother Yao, do you still remember your little wife when you were a child? The young man raised the corners of his mouth, put his slender fingers on his brother's forehead and made a crisp sound: Drunk Hangou? Who still remembers their childhood playmates? Xia Zhiyu stared at the young man's face motionlessly, and it was engraved in his mind like a description. It turned out that it was so reluctant to say goodbye to you so close to you.
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One day in the future, the young man blocked Xia Zhiyu in a corner, caressed her face and begged her with scarlet eyes: Baby, don't let me go. Even though there are so many beauties around him, in this romantic world, Zhuo Yao just wants to pick his little gardenia alone.
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In this life, Xia Zhiyu only hopes that a lifelong love for a friend will bring prosperity and autumn harvest. A good partner is never one who pulls you down from the altar, but one who wants to be on par with you and stand shoulder to shoulder. But I have never been anyone's accessory. I am Xia Zhiyu first and then your girlfriend.
This is my first time writing, please give me some advice.
Intention: Love rises with the wind, but cannot be recovered when it is covered with water.