An unqualified demon king.
A girl who is not sunny enough.
Since we are all incompatible, let's rely on each other and support each other.
"Why is your eraser only half full?"
Mo Zhong took a quarter of the eraser in his hand and asked Xiang Sheng strangely.
"Oh, um, there was someone who didn't bring his belt during the last monthly exam and I lent him half of it." Xiang Sheng pursed his lips and tilted his head and smiled. She sat by the window, the sun was shining in, and the warmth surrounded her. Dust fluttered down, and she bounced it away. A smile that was clean and untainted by dust bloomed at the corner of her mouth. Mo Zhong's heart was beating like this.
Unknown seeds are buried in the cold soil. Spring is coming.