He Yichen once had a little secret. He liked the senior who always shot three-pointers accurately.
Ji Xingchuan once had a little secret. He had been coveting the White Rabbit toffee for a long time.
"Yiyi, come here."
"No, go away, disgusting."
"Be good one by one, it's okay, I'm fine."
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to be like this. I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it."
"You're not wrong."
The love of young people is like the breeze blowing across the embankment in the evening, mixed with the sweet fragrance of green grass, carrying the moist water vapor on the river surface, and like the white clouds in the sky, even if they are blown away by the wind, they are still connected.
Intention: No matter what, there is always someone who will appear and brighten your dark world.