Yan west is a good child.
He is so good that he never cries, never makes trouble, and never causes trouble to anyone.
She is so good that everyone thinks that she can live well alone.
Only Xiao Yi didn't think so.
He had seen the way Yan west said "good morning" with red eyes.
I heard her answering the phone on the stairs, saying "Happy birthday Xixi" on the other end, and saying "It's okay" on the other end to the air.
Xiao Yi stood in the corridor, clenching his knuckles until they turned white as he listened to Yan west's muffled voice.
It turns out that there is really a kind of heartache in this world, which is poured directly from the ears into the heart.
"Her world had no seasons until he blew a tropical monsoon for her."
