Yuan Mang will always remember the autumn of her freshman year in high school. The tail of summer has not yet left. The boy was sleeping peacefully on the desk next to her. Occasionally, the breeze blew, lifting a corner of the curtains, and the sunlight from outside came in and hit his face. The girl turned her head and looked at it. The book on the desk stayed on that page and had not been turned over for a long time.
"Yuanmang, the mango's awn."
"Hello, I am Yuan Mang, the Mang of Light."
We are always racing against time and do the one that falls behind.
Also, who can outrun time?
Two-way secret love, no God's perspective, so it's a little awkward
Purpose: I hope everyone can get what they want