In the secluded alley where she was once 13 years old, like countless onlookers, Sheng Xing's contemptuous eyes were cold and painful.
In high school again, it was hard to let go of a bond, and she became just like him, the type of person she once hated the most.
"We have formed a friendship, Jiang Ling, you will never forget me in your life." The girl's eyes were red.
"I can't forget you, you are my exclusive memory."
Intent: Romance