(Closing school is too boring, just write whatever you feel inspired to do)
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
The reason was that the sun was just right on the day I reported at the university, and it was still a bit hot in September.
A gust of wind blew gently over Wang Yiyao's body, and she saw a boy standing in the shade of a tree, looking at her and waving his hand. The sunlight shone through the leaves in his eyes, and the light seemed to refract in his eyes, which also illuminated her eyes.
(Be Chai Wife Crematorium)
I always believe that the protagonists of this book are alive, and I will record their lives according to their wishes.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you