Academic tyrant Jiang Ting x middle school student Xu Jin
The leaves of the sycamore trees in early autumn rustled down, and they were roommates and deskmates. Jiang Ting's orange candies were sweeter than the evening breeze. The red pen annotations in the collection of wrong questions concealed thoughts. The eyes of the spectators followed the figures under the shade of the trees, reading from morning to sunset. When the self-made cheering sign is raised above the crowd, when the words of love for you are spoken, the greatest secret in youth is that every glance I look at you is filled with light.
Intention: love yourself