"He is the warm sun, she is the clouds around the sun... I... Am the snow in spring."
Spring snow... Already...
"He streaked across the dead night sky in my eyes like a meteor, illuminating my eyes and igniting my heart, but he left nothing behind."
He was warm among these ugly and blurry faces.
If only... I could see your face clearly...
The golden finger given to the heroine is a broom star physique (I am very serious)
The heroine is ill and faces blindness.
The ending be
Watergate bg.
Cp four nine. There's no way I'm going to be ridiculous this time
The heroine's secret love will never be broken down anyway!
Whispering bb: Maybe it's a short one...
I might be very diligent.
I rubbed the cover myself, just fine.