In summer, the trees are filled with crimson rosy clouds and tree shadows. Wandering on the ground, Xu Zhi's ears could still hear the vague lingering sounds in the house, mixed with the tireless cicadas. The sound shook in that hot and bright June.
The love of youth is like the wind, invisible but felt: like the name engraved on the table, afraid that you will see it, but afraid that you will not see it.
The love between the cute and cute heroine and the central air-conditioned hero, but in the end...
Concept: Love can create miracles that transcend everything, but he doesn't love you
