They were only 12 years old when they first met. The fate between people was deep or shallow, but they were always avoided. The panic at the beginning of love was discovered later, but the love that even I had never noticed had already taken root and sprouted one day. It was the germination of the seeds of early spring. Zhang Lingshuo, long time no see, we really haven't seen each other for a long time. On the street where they reunited in the summer of July, the flowers were blooming in the sky, and the moonlight in the evening was shrouded in dragons. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she was stunned again and again when she heard the "white brocade wind". Ah Shuo, the wind is blowing, it doesn't seem to be a dream this time
Intention: growth