The stars look like they are not last night, for whom is the wind dew setting the midnight sun?
"Xingxing, are you okay?"
It was just a simple greeting, but Yang Xingchen didn't know how to answer.
Life is dull, always repeating the same things day after day.
But with this kind of life, everyone felt that Yang Xingchen's life was too good.
Intention: You have to rely on yourself for everything, no one can trust you
