The moment the orange grass fell, I seemed to see light.
In the volleyball hall, Song Chenghan swung his white badminton racket, threw a blue and white ball, and said:
There are still three years until it comes back.
Hear this. Shumiao, who was lazily left beside his schoolbag, stood up:
"What do you want from me?"
Intention: Only you are my first choice.