Sheng Yanxiao lay down beside her, and soon his short hair was covered with white sand. The young man turned his head, his thin lips slightly raised: "Weiwei, we've gone gray."
Su Weiyi was stunned for several seconds, not reacting, until Sheng Yanxiao pointed to his own head. Su Weiyi looked at the head full of white sand and suddenly understood.
Gone gray...
Su Weiyi couldn't help but laugh, playfully rolling her eyes at him: "You're plagiarizing."
In the original, it was snow, wasn't it? With him, it became white sand.
The original version was so romantic, but with him, why is it so funny?
Sheng Yanxiao didn't say much more, turned his head to look at the blue sky, and the smile on his lips deepened a bit.
Snow or white sand, they're both fake, but it doesn't matter—one day they will grow old together.
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