"Does a relationship have to have a pure beginning? How can I get something out of something that was never there from the beginning?"
Whether it was out of despair or anger, Su Jing's voice was trembling.
The moonlight covered his blue hair like a thin layer of frost.
It's so cold this winter. Chang He was sitting in a wheelchair, unable to move forward or retreat. If he said the same thing, he really wanted to throw it back to him.
