"I, I, am Xia Chen."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, as thin as a mosquito.
Tianchen lowered his head, unable to face the eyes he was so familiar with.
I have always thought that one day, I can be watched by him again.
However, his heart was already filled with that girl named Xin Chen and that beautiful memory.
Memories are always so beautiful.
The beauty is beyond her reach.
Maybe, he will never know...
Intention:
Fried chicken sweet (?ò ? ó?)
As a baa, I think Zhenshanhe is the real man.