"Yue, you really like her so much that you don't even want to lose face!" Mo Xun grabbed my shoulders and roared at the top of his lungs.
Yes, I like Xia Ziluo. I liked her before I broke up with my girlfriend.
"Yueyue, be good, I have to leave," she held her head and blinked at me, but she uttered almost cruel words.
"Fang Yue, forget her, forget her..." I said to myself over and over again.
No matter how deep the love is, it will eventually be annihilated, not to mention she doesn't love me.
When we first met, she used a purple highlighter to write her name in my hand. I felt itchy in the palm of my hand. I suppressed a smile and asked, "What word?"
In short, it is an unconventional story and an alternative perspective to tell you the story of our youth.