Their youth was full of rain.
He once used a very weak hug to make him fall into the storm of sixteen years old.
Lu Ling's fingers pressed against Xu Yang's chin and asked him to open his lips. His hands were cold and his blood was hot.
Love under rumors is destined to be humble and powerless, riddled with wounds. He said, you must go until the lights are bright.
They first met on a typhoon day, with mixed lights and shadows, and water pouring upside down. From then on, it rained heavily every day for the rest of their lives, but their love still permeated the storm, almost flamboyant.
Highlight Reminder
1. This article is very sweet in the early stage and slightly cruel in the later stage.
2. The author himself thinks it is he, but some people don't think so. It's up to you.
3. Go to school in the early stage and drop out of school in the later stage.
4. The author's glass heart will break when poked, just spray lightly.
5. Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice and rule of law
Intention: I am a white egg, pure and pure~~