The sour fruit of youth has lasted for nearly half a year. Who would want to taste it again?
As a good young flower grower who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, Xiao Qing returned to 18 years old by chance.
She thought about becoming a top student and getting admitted to Beijing University;
I thought about saving the life of my glutinous rice ball best friend;
I thought about making money to give my grandma a better life.
But I never thought about getting involved with Lu Cong again.
But what I didn't expect was that she no longer deliberately approached, and even started to deliberately avoid it.
Why did Lu Cong lose his aloof persona and get closer and closer?
Sorry, the initiative this time is not in your hands!
But what happened?
Xiao Qing: Why do you know everything you said when we broke up?
Lu Cong: Because I'm back too, Qingqing.
