Jiang Xingzhi stared blankly at the lush trees outside the window. After thinking about it, he still felt that summer was the most lively and the trees were the strongest. He had taken everything away from the child with his own hands, so he should give him something.
Summer tree, can you live as vigorously and proudly as the summer tree in the rest of your life?
Twelve years later.
When a person is most helpless, if anyone gives him a little warmth, this warmth will make all the warmth in his life inferior. For Xia Shu, Jiang Xingzhi is not the person who gives him a little warmth, but almost everyone.
A body full of glory and secrets, an isolated island isolated from the world, a playful smile, and a lack of emotion. How can there be so many coincidences in meeting. They were originally two ends of a rope, tied with their own darkness, using dreams as wedges, and finally reunited.
The former elite turned rogue with multiple faces to attack* a blank sheet of paper with a closed heart and a cold heart