His name is Lingsong.
Ling with two points of water, Song with three points of water.
When I hear the name, I feel cold, indifferent, cold, and icy.
This was Qiao Wu's first impression of the boy when he first met him.
They had never interacted with each other before. Apart from a few classes in class, she had only seen the boy's shadow on the playground.
They only met each other later, except for those rare years, when she was surrounded by the shadow of the boy.
He had a cold temperament and was indifferent to everything. He didn't even care about his own affairs, but he had fought for her.
Later, he gradually changed, and then she gradually fell.
As time goes by, they have gone through many springs, autumns, winters and summers together. Looking back, his name is still Lingsong.
Ling with two points of water, Song with three points of water.
But in the years that passed, he had already melted the iceberg and brought warmth to her.
