Ji Xiaoxiao has regretted many things in her life, but what she regrets most is definitely turning her head unintentionally in the second grade of junior high school. If she had not seen his spring-like smile, maybe she would still be living a careless life. They have always been like functions and coordinate axes. After intersecting, they are infinitely separated or infinitely close but never intersected.
Mu Ziheng, I still like you. You may say that I am paranoid or stubborn, but I just can't forget you. What do you think I should do? . .
Ji Xiaoxiao, don't do this. It's impossible at this age.
Mu Ziheng, if we still have no results in the end, then please don't disturb my imagined future.
Ji Xiaoxiao, you are crazy. . . . But I regret it, don't you love me? I will give you a chance, please wake up, me. . . Please
The beginning of everything is also my happy ending, but I don't regret falling in love with you. If you want to blame, blame me. I like you so much, but I still can't bear to let us suffer together, so I stay here, and you. . . Roll! ! !