The legendary Flower of the High Mountains was looking up at Chen Zhiyun and said drunkenly, "Chen Zhiyun."
His voice was not loud, and the alcohol made his words lose the sense of alienation. Instead, they had an aggrieved drawl like a kitten.
Chen Zhiyun never thought that she would have any intersection with Wen Shi, but the two parallel lines suddenly crossed.
A short story, written casually.
Intention: Luck will bless you