The heartbeat of youth is always unforgettable and fleeting.
Fifteen-year-old An Yu saw 13-year-old Zhang Luogui standing quietly under the dim light, watching everyone line up in an orderly manner.
It was still snowing that day, but An Yu's glance made her feel excited, and she thought to herself: Could this be a handsome guy with a good atmosphere?
When they met again, Zhang Luogui's appearance was much more mature than before, his childishness had also faded a lot, and his voice had changed from a small shota sound to a juvenile sound. An Yu: I'll go! What have I missed this year? ? ?
It's unclear how many thousands of words this book contains. The numbers written in the work should not be taken seriously. The writing may be poor, so be cautious before entering!
Intention: secret love