It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon when the old-fashioned clock on the shelf in the room struck the third time.
Ning Xiang turned over and buried his head in the pillow, finally making sure.
She likes Jiang Hebai
The unknown tree outside the window finally bloomed with a small flower following the tail of this year's late spring. The pink and tender flowers clustered on the branches, making people feel the joy of new life.
[A short story about secret love, HE, easy to read]
-At that time, I was a young man with thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building.
Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man" -
Purpose: Secret Love Observation Diary