When he was young, Xie Zhiyao pushed away the taunting crowd, pulled Xu Huaian up after being pushed to the ground and said: Don't be afraid.
The little girl helplessly clenched the clothes of the girl in front of her, feeling the warmth from a stranger for the first time.
When he was a boy, Xu Huaian looked at the messy studio, squatted down, sighed, wiped Xie Zhiyao's tears and said: Don't cry.
Xie Zhiyao raised his head with red eyes and saw the unique tenderness in the always cold eyes of the girl in front of him.
Later, in those days of forced separation, the memories of the past became the warmest comfort.
If the future is destined to be full of thorns, then I choose to hold your hand and embrace the sea of stars with you.
There are thousands of mountains and seas, but nothing can be as precious as you.
Qingmei Qingmei, a story about growth and companionship, with a large time span, starting from high school. It has certain realistic elements and is not purely sweet. There are references to a series of place names in the article, but there is no clear prototype, so just treat them as assumptions.
Slow heat, He.
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Purpose: Be each other's light.
