In the autumn of one year, finally, Qi Xiao limped to plant the tree that Chen Qixi had always wanted him to plant. All kinds of unhappiness in his youth turned into dust. Their memory was like the root of the tree, deeply rooted in the soil and continued.
- accident
- Like at first sight
- First meeting impression
- A night destined to be restless
- Another meeting
- Inadvertent occlusion
- Unswervingly like
- Blatant approach
- Sudden misunderstanding
- It's a follower
- You'd better not come near me
- A frontal confrontation
- Awkward neighborhood
- The appearance of the enemy
- It was discovered long ago