The summer birds flew to my window to sing and then flew away again.
Sorry - I wasn't looking at the road.
Flowers and poems should be well collected.
"Before I met you, I never imagined that there could be someone so similar to me in soul."
"Xiyan, do you believe that souls belong to you?"
"Xiyan, we are best friends."
Friends…
In the name of her best friend, she hid the love she dared not express for three years. No matter how close the souls are to each other, they cannot overcome the boundaries of identity. The birds fly away, the flowering period burns out, and the secret love that no one knows about has finally become a business that cannot be settled.
Intention: Search for yourself and never look back