I picked up the pen and landed on the snow-white paper, wanting to leave something behind. A drop of crystal light blurred the word I had just written...
Tilting your head and looking sideways? The white clouds passing by outside the window leisurely, the light and shadow through the window scratching your face, the trembling eyelashes are indeed moist for some reason...
The fallen leaves on the road could no longer spin up, and its voice came from under my feet. It seemed that I was still nostalgic for the branches where I had rested, and my nose suddenly felt sour...
The classmates on the podium were throwing paper airplanes. Several girls gathered together to read novels. In the middle, they were discussing a math problem loudly. Xiaoxiao only felt beautiful. The corners of her eyes raised but her vision gradually blurred... What awaited them was the long road of youth.
Concept: The first person who catches the eye may not be able to enter the heart.