"I never saw him again after that, in that summer when the cicadas were chirping noisily."
In Lin Ji's memory, Jiang Luoli was only a childish ghost with a clear face and eyes, who liked to follow her secretly, a young man who lowered his head and remained silent, with eyes filled with light blue sadness.
"Aji, Aji..."
Lin Ji opened her eyes. In her memory, only Jiang Luoli would call her like this. She raised her head slightly and looked into the young man's deep eyes. She vaguely felt that there was a passion and almost pathological love in those black and white eyes that she dared not look directly into. She was stunned, lowered her eyes, and said in a stiff tone, "My name is Lin Ji, don't call me Ah Ji, I don't like it."
"Okay, Ah... Lin... Send..."
Jiang Luoli's eyes darkened.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
