Others don't know
Song Xingyu's world is gray, raining continuously, damp and decadent
The appearance of Lin Qingtong made him think that he had met the sun, but he didn't expect that the girl was like snow that was hard to get rid of.
How much he wanted her to care about him,
"Song Xingyu"
"Huh?"
"I seem to like you a little bit
Intention: youth