In midsummer, when the cicadas were noisy, the air was suffocatingly hot. Xia Qingqing lay on the table bored. When she raised her head, she caught a glimpse of the bright smile that made her heart palpitate. Even after many years, all the memories have gradually become blurred and mottled, but the mark left by that boy has not been reduced by half...
Xia QingXSheng Guangnian
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
