One rainy night when she was seven years old, Xunting was rescued by the person she feared most. He took her wrist and led her out of the dark alley.
After that day, she never saw him again.
Goodbye, Xunting finally understood.
The son of such a person is also terrible.
One day later, Xunting looked at him with his head lowered and tightly tugging at the hem of her clothes, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Is he so good...
A perverse girl × a crazy boy who is good at pretending
Intention: Everyone shines brightly