The guiding and clingy man Song Yangcheng
(The heroine has rarely felt love since she was a child, so she is a little too sensitive. The writing is more daily, and there may be some things that are not reasonable. Please forgive the author. If you don't like it, please leave a cross)
Li Hui is not a competent daughter, and the word mother does not suit her.
After her grandmother left, Li Shuang's world faded. The days are like glass covered with gray, the outline can be seen, but no light can penetrate.
Until I meet that boy again.
Song Yangcheng was like the sun that never sets, cutting a crack in her freezing frosty night, letting in light and warmth.
She was both greedy for this heat and trembling with fear - he was so good, but she was an old piece of dusty wood in the corner, clumsy and terrible, how could she bear such light?
But the boy just looked at her, his eyes full of expectation, waiting for her to say what she had hidden for a long time.
"I... I like you." The girl lowered her head and blinked her eyes to hide her shyness.
"Look up at me." His voice was very soft, but with an undeniable tenderness.
The distance suddenly shortened, so close that you could hear her heartbeat beating wildly in her chest, as if it was about to be knocked out.
"I like you too."
Song Yangcheng raised his hand and touched her head, with warmth on his fingertips and a smile in his eyes: "My Shuangshuang is a little braver again."
I didn't believe that this dead tree could spring again until you appeared - from now on, you will be my evergreen tree, always rooted in my heart and warm year after year.
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