That big pine tree carries the memories of many people.
Wen Song bit the tube of milk tea and drank to himself. He Min was being held by him, and the fragrance of milk filled his nose. He didn't know when, but he was no longer tired of this milky smell...
There are no others for the time being... Hahahaha, hahahahahahaha,
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
