Outside the window when I was young, there was always the noise of the playground, the joyful chirping of birds, and the slow, blushing heartbeat. When they first met in the playground, Zhai Yuxing accidentally made a precise shot and hit Lu Zechuan's Tianling Cap. The story of the two began, but there was a vague feeling of familiarity.
Don't ask me why I don't write more, it's because I'm lazy.
Concept: The white moonlight of youthful and tender years and the cinnabar mole