Qi Xing met an amazing person on the first day of his first year of high school.
The boy's face was cold, but his smile still had a hint of warmth, even a bit lazy.
Ye Zhining: "Qixing, don't be in a daze, hurry up and give me a piece of paper."
Through constant and quiet attention, I learned his name.
Chu Lian...
As he read it, the corners of his mouth kept rising.
Chu... Lian...
The rose simply fell into the thorns of the gardenia.
Poor and pitiful
silently
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
