When Hong Chichi was 15 years old, she met a young man who was like a beam of light, lighting up her world.
She clumsily hid her little thoughts from anyone, but everyone around her saw it, except him.
"Yang Congduo, you like Zhang Beichuan, but I don't like you anymore."
"Well, thank you."
Copywriter: It gave me a feeling, as if I had been tricked. The feeling of disparity is not something I can describe in words.
Thank you, my boy, even if you never belong to me, you have been with me for a while, and that is enough for me.
Intention: Relieve