Xia Qing often disliked her last name because of her father, and she even disliked the season Xia.
Even his best friend Xu Yi also ridiculed: "Your name was given casually by some cheating fortune teller. It should be someone more handsome. It shouldn't be like you."
Xia Qingheng was sitting on the chair, playing with his fingers. His whole person exuded indifference, and he didn't bother to raise his eyelids when he heard these words. "What kind?" It was just two words, with a slight trembling at the end. Even Xu Yi couldn't help but sigh: "gentle scum."
Xia Qing was not annoyed when he heard this evaluation. He smiled with a smile on his face. "Hey, I am quite satisfied with this evaluation." Xu Yidu said doubtfully.
The summer when he was eighteen years old, by chance, arts and science classes were divided into classes. As if arranged by God, Xia Qing met Shi Xia. At that time, a gust of draft blew away the inherent heat of summer. For the first time, Xia Qing was not so repelled by the surname Xia, and therefore fell in love with Xia Qing, whom he hated most.
Concept: Secret love is a person's chaos