Mo Qingge first met Xiang Nanmo in early autumn when he was thirteen. I have just entered the first year of junior high school, and my golden years are infinitely beautiful.
The years at that time really seemed like a beautiful and lingering song. Walking in the depths of the sun, the end of the world was also the way back.
The boy at that time, the mist at that time.
After being confused for several years, she finally read out the poem that belonged to her own name: If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, sing without breaking your heart.
Conception: