Secret love is probably the chaos of one person's war
When I was seventeen, we were all young. When I was seventeen, the figure under the street lamp dazzled my eyes. From that day on, the girl's eyes could not tolerate others.
She is timid, so she misses opportunities again and again
She was brave again. After the last disappointment, she resolutely walked out of his life without saying goodbye. But that night, she sat at the desk, read half of the diary, and finally threw it into the trash can along with the paper to wipe her tears.
This was her throbbing farewell to the age of seventeen.
Real experience, any similarity is purely coincidental.
The real story is be. If you like it, I will open the next book and write it as he, which can be regarded as my own selfishness.
Say goodbye here to our young and passionate seventeen-year-old
Concept: youthful campus crush on be