The boy who was sixteen or seventeen years old once had gentle eyes that seemed to fall into the Milky Way, eyebrows that stretched thousands of miles, moist forehead, and a sincere and gentle body. Humming an unknown song, the headphones hanging around his neck made the sound loud, and he was full of energy on the soft sand. Behind it is a whole blue island in summer.
Ke is a beautiful stone like white jade in ancient times, and Yue is the legendary mysterious Buddhist bead.
Suddenly looking back, the lights were dim.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
