When we first met
Yan Wu raised his eyes and looked at him with confusion.
Xu Yue suddenly laughed. Her lips were red from the rain, but when she didn't speak, they were open like a cold blade.
"Excuse me, can I use an umbrella?"
The summer rainstorm that Jiangcheng had been longing for for a long time lifted the curtain on this day.
Intention: Love exists