The rainy season in midsummer that year was hot and sour.
The first ignorant heartbeat in adolescence was accompanied by the sound of rain.
The first time we met in a coffee shop, he was very ordinary in this vast world, but in my small world, he was like a bright light, not so ordinary, just because... He was Zhou Che.
The girlish thoughts that belong to me are also hidden in that rainy season
Purpose: secret love story