Our meeting was like the wind in June, bringing with it the crush of lychee flavor and the aurora-colored summer.
Then how many words will you remember to describe us?
Do you think of that relationship that ended in vain while drinking lychee-flavored sparkling water, or do you think of the aurora in Iceland when you see it?
Will the summer in Baizhili be aurora colored?
Will Xuji's summer taste like lychee?
Intention: "Only when I miss it can I know my true feelings for you"
Wuhu, come on, update the treasure