Everyone says that the elder brother of the twins, Xu Jiaheng, is not good at words and comes across as cold.
Qing Xizhi doesn't think so, this is a complete rogue.
On the first day of school, Xu Jiaheng heard that Qing Xizhi was like a white moonlight, clean and bright. Without comment, Qing Xizhi is such an existence.
When one day, the moon fell into his arms, Xu Jiaheng regretted it.
This is not the moon, it is clearly a small sun. The heat makes my mouth dry.
Intention: growth
