Summer, the sunniest season, is inconsistent with the fact that under the clean blue sky, the girl is in the center of a big city, lonely, lonely, and so out of tune with everything around her. There are some tears on her dirty little face, the light blue skirt is fluttering in the wind, her long hair is flying, and it is dyed with an indescribable desolation. ． ． ． ．
The girl smiled again and said to the boy, "Anlin likes Ayu, Anlin wants Ayu to be happy..."
17-Year-old Zuo Anlin is no longer the little girl with a dirty face. Shen Fanyu raised the corner of his mouth and turned around indifferently. Zuo Anlin stared at his back blankly, the fallen leaves were still spinning in the air. ．
There is a suffocating rhyme in the air. When you look up at the sky, there is only one dark cloud in silence.
Nothing will change, and the stars can only lower their heads and sigh softly for them. No, maybe one day, the dream-like fairy tale will have a different ending. Shen Fanyu closed his eyes gently, "You know? I really like you..."