She smiled. As expected, the quality of her grades all depended on contrast and contrast. This was the case with Zhou Zhizhi. When someone suffered more than her, she forgot that she was also the one suffering the same pain.
Then when he looked up, he saw a dark boy with a face as small as a palm, his mouth pressed into a straight line, his eyes shining like crystal, and he looked at the class schedule stubbornly.
Intention: Maybe it's your girl's worries