The withered yellow sycamore leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of boyhood, and the autumn wind blows by, bringing with it a sour and short-lived secret love. With a bitter secret love, Jiang Wenli became friends with him and watched him drift away.
She is confident and optimistic, but facing Cheng Jiaye, she has difficulty expressing her heartbeat. This is the sour secret love of youth, which is very ordinary, but in her heart it is a grand affair.
So Jiang Wenli became a coward for the first time and escaped from here.
After returning to China, all her good friends became strangers and were unwilling to have any contact with her again.
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Intention: May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night