A gentle voice sounded in front of her.
She looked up and saw a tall, thin and graceful young man. The bright sunshine shone through the car window, shining brightly on him, and the breeze ruffled the broken hair on his forehead.
The boy is very good-looking, with fair skin, gentle eyebrows, and a handsome nose.
Wu Yuchen stared at him blankly. The whole world seemed to have become quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.
The boy had never been so close to a girl. He felt unprecedentedly nervous. His heartbeat accelerated and his blood flow accelerated in an instant.
He looked at her carefully...
A few strands of long hair hang down gently, a small face, light pink lips, big and bright eyes, and three tear moles at the end of the right eye...
Her story with him begins...
There are many, many boys and girls
Stumbling youth
grow up stumblingly
Intention: Youth grows tenaciously like weeds