In that hot summer, Liang Wenye vividly remembered the wet kiss left by Jiang Lu on his right cheek. This kind of touch was something he had never had in seventeen years. He was originally stuck in the mud, but Jiang Luo's appearance freed him from the plight and returned to a place illuminated by light.
I heard that the day Jiang Luo was born happened to be the 17th and it was snowing heavily. Jiang Jiancheng looked through the dictionary for three hours but couldn't decide what to call him, so he simply gave him a nickname of 17th.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
