Ye Qingzhi was extremely beautiful. She usually had distant features and a layer of coldness and aloofness, like a distant mountain covered with snow, making people afraid to approach her easily.
But once he smiles, his eyes gleam and his temples light up, all the alienation disappears, leaving only the charm that is deep in his bones, and his every frown and every smile moves people's hearts.
In her second year of high school, she unexpectedly entered the experimental class and met Ling Hanche.
The boy has a cold name, but his temperament is warm and bright, like a beam of light that insists on crashing into the ice and snow.
The sunset in the aisle, the evening breeze and the fragrance of locust trees, from a simple conversation, to getting closer step by step, and my heart beats frequently.
She is a pure gardenia, solitary and beautiful when she is cold, and alluring when she smiles;
He is the warm sun, running towards her persistently, only for her.
Gardenia is naturally clean, but it blooms in the cold—
In this youthful heartbeat, all her tenderness and charm were given only to him.
