The sourness of tangerines and the chirping of cicadas in midsummer are like my secret love; the light ink on the letter and the bruises of low self-esteem are all my girlish worries.
Hello, classmate Shan Huaiyi, I am Xu Zhenyi, the person who wants to walk side by side with you
Purpose: Some people say that inferiority complex is the bruise of a girl's youth, and secret love is the rainy season of a girl's youth.