"Hey, Luo Chen heard that there is a pretty girl in the next class~"
Yan Luochen: "That's right~"
The thoughts of young people are like the trickle of a spring river, flowing out with a crimson throbbing.
Yan Luochen: "Do you know I like you?"
Jiang Yike: "I didn't know before, but I know now, but... I'm sorry..."
Crossing the crowd, wanting to meet you, you turned your head and looked at the blue...
Purpose: We both left a beautiful memory for each other in high school