A tall figure blocked the sunlight, plunging her into a quiet shade. He raised his arms, and his open white school uniform jacket moved up slightly with the movement. His hair was soaked with sweat and was filled with a boy's unique scent, mixed with the fragrance of sunshine.
Easily reach the badminton on the windowsill.
The corners of his mouth rose into the brightest and brightest arc, revealing his white teeth. Pass the badminton in front of her.
At that moment, the cool wind blew the clever and lovely branches, and the leaves rustled. The sun shines on his handsome face from the side, making his sculpture-like deep and perfect lines lined with soft gold edges.
A seed sprouted in Xiang Xiaoqing's heart, and without being nourished day after day, or even having time to grow, it blossomed into pink flowers.