Jiang Li suddenly approached Qi Yue, took her little hand, held it in his palm, and looked at her with gentle eyes.
Like the past two years, Jiang Li spent the last five seconds on December 31st wishing Qi Yue a happy birthday.
At zero o'clock, fireworks bloom wantonly.
The gorgeous fireworks reflected on Jiang Li's beautiful face, flickering brightly and dimly.
Qi Yue felt Jiang Li's large and warm hand, and gently used force to hold his hand back.
The corners of her mouth raised, and she suddenly felt that the chaos of the past years was gently smoothed away by a boy named Jiang Li when she was 18 years old.
Intention: first love, pure love, waiting