On the wish wall of the milk tea shop, one wish after another was left, and what he glanced out of the corner of his eye was his contact information.
At that time, she did not expect that there would be so much communication in the future, and she only regarded them as friends who could chat.
When we are in our prime, we should not be trapped in loving and being loved, right?
Longing for he reality be
Purpose: Commemorating an unknown story