I'll update it when I remember it. I don't have time or energy. It won't stop. This is my dream.
Campus novel, teacher-student love, sweet and sadistic.
It's not He, it's not Be, it's Te which I think is the most reasonable.
Below is the copy.
Maybe we are all still children...
He remembered that in the midsummer of that year, the chirping of cicadas mingled with the evening breeze, and the wind gently kissed her face.
She remembered that midsummer, when hope and the bright spy were together, the rain quietly buried his smile.
What is love?
It's a pleasure to meet you. See you well.
That man's name is Yu Size, and he is the light of thought in Wen Wan's heart.
In this dark alley, they have been lighting each other up.
Maybe there is no age gap in true love, but there is the reality of being separated from true love.
Those children who have been suppressed by life are looking for their little adults in windless places.
Yu Size: "Wen, it's raining... Won't you come to pick up your child and take him home?"
Wait for the wind to blow in, in that unknown bay.
What are you afraid of? Isn't love itself brave?
Weibo: Waiting for you and the wind to blow
Purpose: Love itself is courage
