Many years later, Lin Morou realized that he was the light of the broken time that she carefully pieced together but longed to cry out for.
"Classmate, can you lend me your homework?" Li Zehao raised the corner of his jaw slightly, squinted his eyes, his long eyelashes were bent into a crescent shape, and the corners of his mouth were curved just right. The early spring sunshine shines through the curtains fluttered by the wind, jumping on that clean and bright face. He just smiled unscrupulously, and together with the warm sun in March, he unscrupulously broke into Lin Morou's heart.
But she didn't understand that the light would disappear. She just watched as the light that had saved her gradually dimmed and finally disappeared. Although she screamed and tried hard to grab, there was nothing.
"Goodbye, little crybaby." Li Zehao raised his jaw slightly, looked at Lin Moran tenderly, and raised an inadvertent bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. He still looked at Lin Merou with a smile, just like the smile that once broke into her heart
Intention: At the age of eighteen, we have all embraced the light as warm as March, and we have also suppressed various regrets. We thought that light belonged to us, but we didn't want to just pass by.