"Brother, stop scratching me. My mother asked me who scratched my hands when I got home." Jiang Cheng rolled up his sleeves and looked at the girl in white with short hair miserably. The sunlight shined through the leaves on her clean smile. Qingming grinned and said, "Then you should be good!" Jiang Cheng looked at her smile and felt his heart shrink, as if something was passing through his heart but he didn't catch it. He just felt that her smile was so beautiful with her baby fat face, and he couldn't forget it for a long time.