The summer wind blew through three years of school time, and the young man's cold figure fell into the girl's eyes.
Ji Xinwei carefully hid the throbbing in her heart, thinking that it was all in vain. But the explanations next to me during self-study in the evening, the support under the scorching sun, and the countless subconscious approaches all revealed my feelings quietly.
It turns out that the tenderness hidden between the eyebrows and eyes is never a one-way glimmer.
Xinguang falls in summer, and love grows every year.
Purpose: Show the good times of youth
