Seventeen years passed in a blink of an eye, and the quiet room echoed with the huge accident reported on the news. One person died and three were injured in the case, and Shen Zhenyu lost his mother. The huge pressure distorted the young man's mind, and he distanced himself from everything to restrain himself. There was a slamming on the door, a woman hugged Shen Zhenyu, and the shadow of another young man stopped the falling sorrow.
The maple leaves fell in the wind, and with the young man accompanying me, the vague cognition began to become clear.
Lu Zhixing, did you like me from the beginning?
Intention: Young people and the young people themselves accompany each other