On such a warm night, Gu Qianmou was standing alone on the balcony, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, putting it into his lips from time to time to take a breath. The night breeze came slowly and dispersed the circle of diffuse smoke. In the afternoon, the beautiful scene jumped back to his mind again and let his ever-cutting love thread in it. Stop winding.

It is undeniable that although Ouyang Ruisi has been telling himself that Ouyang is an unreachable dream, but he can not help but heartbeat for it, so he leaned on the door for her attentive tea-making elegance to confuse the mind, so that...