Jiang Yue felt that the person she liked when she was young was like the wind.
He is so dazzling that if you look up, you can see his presence, and you can hear his voice just by looking down.
But for such a young man, every move is like the wind blowing through her eyes, making it impossible to open your eyes. Even if you use all your strength to resist, you will shed tears when the tail of the wind sweeps the corners of your eyes.
This is how Zhou Qixing treats her.
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Zhou Qixing thought that it would be nice if the girl he liked was like the wind. At least in this way, when passing by the girl, he would be freer.
Mission: Every girl is her own Cinderella