It is said that there is a white moonlight in every man's life, which is quiet, beautiful and sweet with the memories of his entire youth. Why in Su Ronghui's life is Mao a black moonlight? Thunder and rain had been falling in his sky since he was five years old, making his life from then on dark and miserable... Memories? Hehe! How much does a pound of memories cost? I'll give you the money and sell it to you, okay?
Grandma: Wanwan, Su Ronghui, do you still remember? He is back from abroad!
Xin Wan: Who is Su Ronghui?
Grandma: The one you often bullied when you were little is the eldest son of the Su family.
Xin Wan: Tsk, that crying bag...
It is said that there used to be a crybaby, but then he grew up...
Later, I finally realized that the person I was afraid of was you, the person I was annoyed by was you, the person I hated was you, and the person I couldn't live without was you. From the beginning, you have been in my life, filling every gap in time. Memories are all of you.
