Bushy Margaret

If Zhou Qinsheng's girlhood were written into a book, then the word "Yan Cong" would be written between the lines. This name carries all the unknown secret joys in her youth, and the cautiousness to maintain her strength. Until the night of the bar mitzvah. The boy's lazy and delicate eyebrows carried a gentle smile, and his words were thoughtful and gentle, but the words he spoke were like frozen soil and ice all year round. "Qin Sheng, you have met too few people now, and you can't tell what kind of talent is suitable." All heart palpitations and heartbeats are destroyed together. But two years later, in the night of Shengzhou, Yan Cong stopped in front of her, and for the first time, a pair of peach blossom eyes that brought a smile to everyone's face showed a bit of fierceness: "You make a list of the things he has done for you, and I can do them all again." "No matter how many people you meet, I am the most suitable one." Secret love is like a bush of Margaret. After I picked a bunch of flowers, I twisted off the last petal and said you like me. A short story about secret love and mutual crush. Yan Cong X Zhou Qinsheng Companion text to "Sun, Moon and Qing" I don't know how long it can be. If it's short, it won't fit into the V. Purpose: Childhood sweethearts are the best!