If you want to create a bond with someone, you have to risk tears.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The golden wind roared in the distance, the branches swayed and the shadows of the trees danced in the vast forest. The turbulent ears of wheat roll and roar, forming a seamless sound of nature. The warm golden autumn sun was shining overhead. Song Nianchen was walking in the fields, holding Ren Shushan's hand and saying, "I like you, Ren Shushan."
1V1. Update slowly, save the draft first, student party. This is just a very ordinary story. The background of the story is private.
Different characters in it have different opinions and thoughts, which do not represent the author himself.
Intention: Belief in the future and firm will for ideals