The 15-year-old wind was very light, light enough to blow the corners of the test paper, but it could not blow away the fog in Yu Tong's eyes. She once thought that as long as she got closer, she could catch the beam of light, but they were on different roads, and the beam of light only shone on her at the intersection of the roads.
Intention: The quietest bravery in youth is that I have disturbed and been rejected, but I have not given up.