In late autumn, fog rises all over the mountains, and the white dew turns into frost.
The story of two teenagers begins here
…
one year later
"Do you like autumn?"
"Dislike"
But I like you"
Fortunately, I didn't miss you
Slow heat, HE, running in both directions, sunny boy aggressive VS cool on the surface but shy and accepting in reality
The update date is uncertain, you can fatten up and see again
Intention: No matter how many thorns there are, this beam of light is enough