Jiang Yuan raised his head and looked back. The eyes on the tree were hidden in the shadows, as calm and distant as ever, with a hint of confusion as if he had just woken up.
"What are you doing up there?"
It was quiet for a while before a sound came.
"Waiting for you to come back."
"I'm back, why don't you come down?"
The voice was muffled, "You are angry."
Jiang Yuan snorted, patted his butt, turned around and climbed up the wall, sitting down next to the boy.
My childhood sweetheart has grown up, it's time to talk about marriage, and the bride is not her...
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A few things about little childhood sweetheart and stupid bamboo horse
Purpose: Choice and Growth
