An Anxi: There is the gentle sound of wind in my ears, and opposite to the sea of gardenias.
The young man with a gentle smile but a deep sense of loneliness between his brows grinned and curved his lips beautifully.
Memory, undercurrent.
Hey, please don't look at me like that.
That kind of tolerant smile makes me feel bad.
Please listen to the story told by the Tao Wei Nai, with a very jerky tone and very throbbing emotions.
A story of loving and being loved.
Hoho, I sometimes say: Turtle speed update - -||, because this is a debut novel, so the brick can be patted a little lighter, I'm afraid it will hurt.
I'll keep updating when I have time. I know Jiang Zi's answer is a bit unfair, but it's really the truth - - ||