Nancheng received a rare snow, and the excited boys and girls rushed to the rooftop of the teaching building, chattering happily.
Xia He stood outside the back door of the classroom, but his eyes couldn't stop drifting in.
In the last row, Tang Yu was collecting water by the water dispenser.
He bent over, thinking of something happy. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the dimples were slightly sunken, and his profile was bright and beautiful.
After receiving the water, he stood up, turned his head, and his bright eyes went straight into Xia He's heart.
Dong-dong-dong, Xia He's ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat.
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Secret love, short story.
Concept: rosy memory