Haiwan College is a fully enclosed high school, but outside a wall of more than two meters high, a cold and beautiful woman stood suddenly. Song Qingxian played with the fruit machine in his hand, casually took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. His skillful movements were like those of a novice. He just exhaled a puff of smoke to relieve the irritability of just hanging up the phone, only to hear a careless voice coming from behind.
"It seems that fairies don't just drink dew."
It is you who lights the only candle in my life. When it burns out, will it be love or redemption?
Intention: love