[Two-way redemption, sweet pet]
When the breeze blows by, it brings not only a hint of coolness, but also a helpless throbbing.
When they first met, the boy gave her a small gray rose lying in the palm of his hand, and said softly: "I folded this and gave it to you."
She blinked her eyes lightly, reached out to take it, looked at him with red eyes, and gently held the rose in her hand.
"Why don't you fight back?"
She gently covered the injury on her palm, but was caught by the boy. The person who bullied her was beaten by him, and the boy's face was stained.
The boy's name was as dazzling as his person. When he walked in front of her, she couldn't help but put her eyes on him.
She didn't understand what it felt like, but in the end, the wind told her that she liked the boy, and the boy did the same.
The wind is also looking forward to the light. From the beginning, my destination is you.
