If I wanted to write down a story about him + how would I start.
Mo Liangchu thought for a long time, trying to find an adjective to describe how it felt to meet him for the first time when he was seventeen years old.
Is hatred
It's indifference
Still an unforgettable love
That year, the boy was riding his bicycle downhill in the wind, the hem of his white school uniform shirt fluttering gently, and he smiled wantonly.
She is the only one in my eyes
Purpose: Uncover the scars of youth and heal them indefinitely with preference