Jiang He pursed his lips, his eyelids drooped, and his long eyelashes were neatly and quietly arranged under his eyelids like the feathers of a bird relaxing after returning to its nest. This was what Shen Zi felt in his heart.
His eyes were particularly bright, like the pupils of a newborn baby, as if they were pure and unconventional. But occasionally it is a little cloudy, like the sun covered by dark clouds, as if there is light inside, but there is a hazy feeling that cannot be seen on the surface.
This was a comment given by a fool to Shen Zi, but when he understood Jiang He's thoughts, it seemed a century too late. At that time, they did not have any intersection.
"Classmate, are you okay?" At this moment, their story begins...