"The withered yellow sycamore leaves carry the girl's unfinished heartbeat."
Jiang Heyi, the great figure who sat firmly in the examination room in H, his clear and peach blossom eyes told his deep affection and tenderness, but his sharp eyebrows exuded unruly and indifference. Among the people, he was like the nobility of rubble in the stars and moon, which gave people a sense of distance that could only be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Jiang Xiangwan, due to a mistake in registering her household registration, her image of a graceful lady has always turned into a funny girl. Behind her clear skin and brown eyes is a lovely soul that beats in all kinds of ways. But like most girls, she secretly hides her youthful thoughts in her heart.
Jiang Heyi put his pocket forward and tilted his head to look at her, "I followed you all the way, don't you feel it? You are not very vigilant, be careful of being caught in the dark room!"
Jiang Xiangwan felt that the world was suddenly silent. Only the sound of her heartbeat was amplified. A shy blush quickly appeared on her face. She skipped some unspeakable topics and said, "I didn't know you were behind me."
"If you don't look back, how will you know I'm not behind you?"
Jiang Xiangwan was stunned. The breeze blew by, and this scene left a deep mark...
