Song Yixia was a little aggrieved, and her words were full of anger. She lowered her face and tugged on Duan Buwang's clothes.
"Xiao Wang, do you think the sunset looks beautiful now?"
Duan Buwang stopped and looked up for a few seconds before turning around and looking at the expectant eyes of the little girl in front of him.
"Well, it looks good."
There was secret excitement in Song Yixia's heart. This was a sign of the end of their cold war. No matter what age they were now, this would always be a kind word for reconciliation between the two of them.
In high school, Song Yixia tied her hair into a high ponytail, and the hot weather stuck her hair to her face. The girl smiled, "My name is Song Yixia, which means artistic conception, summer in the middle of summer."
Back to where the dream began,
Got you.
Intention: positive energy