The girl's last deskmate on the eve of graduation, her secret love history
The only regret. . . . . . . . . Just didn't express it
And her deskmate didn't notice that she liked him.
In midsummer, his and her story
That summer, the cicadas chirped on the leafy sycamore trees, calling for midsummer. The evening breeze outside the window blew past me. The end of my boyhood at the end of June, we met in summer, and summer never ends.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
