The sun is warm and the breeze is blowing. Gently brushing through the hair, touching the palm, drying the slight moisture in the palm, and then blowing into the girl's heart.
Xia Yanxi, who was not sure how to go, caught a glimpse of Lin Yuansheng who was quietly reading the freshman manual under the tree.
He was very quiet, as if isolated from everything around him. Occasionally he raised his head only because someone bumped into him. He just smiled slightly and said it was okay, but there was a faint sadness in his eyes. His smile was beautiful, not as blazing as the midsummer sun, but as heartwarming as spring.
The sun shines on him, on Xia Yanxi, and even more on her heart.
"When you enter the Huanghua River, you chase the clear water every time." Xia Yanxi
"Abandonment from hatred is like spring grass, it can travel farther and be reborn again." Lin Yuansheng
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