Some people say that the life of a seventeen-year-old is like a continuous rainy season, damp and bitter, and you can never get out of it.
The trajectories of He Qingyan and Ji Yu were originally two carefully planned opposite parallel lines.
One is bohemian and the other is obedient.
No one thought that these two people would stand together one day.
The first time I met He Qingyan, it also rained.
Ji Yu was framed and locked in the school infirmary. She had been most afraid of the dark since she was a child, so she squatted down holding her legs and sobbing.
"Stop crying." An extremely impatient voice came from the corner.
The rain was pouring outside, forming a gloomy background.
She only heard the sound of the key turning the door lock, and then the door opened.
"Get out," he said.
One day later, someone said to him personally, "It's impossible for you two. Your trajectories are different and you have to take different roads."
"Then I will follow her path."
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Intention: Waiting for the long-lost sunny day
