She Is Here for Qing Huan

Ling Qinghuan remembered that the autumn rain in Wancheng was very cold that year, and her throbbing heartbeat was wrapped in the boy's coat. He said, Ling Qinghuan, don't cry, I will beat him. He said, Ling Qinghuan, can I take you home? Later, he stood on the rooftop, holding a sparkling fairy wand in his hand. She smiled and said, Xia Moran, I like you. He said, Ling Qinghuan, what should I do? I will fall into your trap for the rest of my life. Concept: Warm fragrant soft jade