Ding Yaya still remembers
At that summer camp, in the evening, there were burning clouds outside the window, and the paper stuck to her sweaty arms floated beside the table of the person with whom she was not supposed to have any intersection.
That's the closest distance between them
"Then the distance between us changed from being separated by a desk to a sea of people waving glow sticks."
I was hurt by my sister-in-law's literature. I want to take revenge.
Mission: We all have a bright future