She knew she would run into him.
At the corner of the second floor, a tall and thin boy appeared. The sun shone on him through the glass. He had fair skin, a tall nose, and clear edges. He looked more delicate than a girl.
An Yi stood on the stairs and looked down, cursing in his heart, "You are just a monster. You are so charming even though you are taking out the trash. Let's see if I don't accept you."
It was the fixed time for class cleaning on the weekend afternoon. Zhong Yan was carrying a large bucket of garbage to the garbage station with his classmates. He felt someone was looking at him. He glanced up and saw a girl standing on the stairs with a naughty smile on her lips, staring at him intently. The girl has refreshing short hair and big and lively eyes...
Concept: Imperfection is a kind of perfection. This is life.