When they first met, she had a smile as bright as a flower, and he was high-spirited.
"It's you." The young man's clear voice sounded like a mountain spring, with a slight smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
He seemed to have light on the playground. Xia An's head trembled. This smile was her entire youth.
Perhaps Zhou Yuhe never thought that he would hurt someone and give her a serious injury that could not be healed.
Where will they run to again?
