"Hey, I really hate you Jiang Nuan the most." The blond-haired boy turned his back to the sun, so dazzling and so sad.
"Ms. Jiang, we are just doing business, aren't we?" The black-haired boy wearing glasses still had a formulaic smile, without any emotion.
"Nan-chan, are you still lying to me?" The blond shota threw the cake on the ground and lowered his head as he spoke, tears falling down and staining the ground.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" The short-haired boy asked, holding a wooden sword in his hand, so coldly
"I'm tired of it... As expected, it's better to stop here..." The twins, who were extremely similar, pronounced their verdicts indifferently without giving any explanation.
"Nuan Jiang, I'm sorry... I just want to tell you: I like you..." The short-haired girl's eyes were filled with confusion.
I seemed to have had a dream that year, it was a day when it rained all the time.