The bright sunshine shines through the gaps in the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the street, which is the trace of the passage of youth.
Yan Mu stepped on Luo Zengyi's shadow and tilted her head to meet his gaze. The breeze blew by, and the girl's white skirt was gently blown up, and fragments of memories were sprinkled on the white skirt.
I just heard him say "Then let's be together"
It shattered the entire tranquility and left no trace in this summer of cicada chirping.
Intention: secret love
