Late summer: Wang Junkai, I will accompany you on the long road. Ten years is not a short time, but I will wait.
Wang Junkai reached out and hugged the ordinary girl in front of him: At the end of summer, Wang Junkai can only give you a hug. Will you wait?
Xia Mo buried her head in his neck: Yes, because I own your heart!
I just hope that we will not be parallel lines, nor will we go our separate ways like intersecting lines. I hope that we will be two vertices, and let the angels draw a horizontal line for us in the middle to connect us...
This book is a slow-burning novel, and the emotions in it are flowing slowly, like a seed growing slowly, with occasional bursts of abuse, and it is a long-distance love race...