At the corner of the school gate, Lin Qu took the tissue from Cheng Luo and was about to wipe the slight sweat on his face. He raised his hand to wipe it and ran into someone's arms. ... Lin Biao felt a little uncomfortable and quickly took a few steps back to see clearly the man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
The morning sun was shining brightly everywhere it went. For some reason, Lin Yao felt inferior to this person he had just met. So much so that he couldn't move his eyes away, ignoring Cheng Luo's confused state and the increasingly obvious smile in front of him.
Concept: Growth, wanton youth, youthful feeling