Gu Qingci reached out and took out any piece of paper from the trash can filled with white paper under the computer. The white flower looks like a flower.
Gu Qingci slowly unfolded the ball of paper in his hand. The paper was wrinkled, like a perfect flower that had fallen. However, no matter how many wrinkles there were, they could not cover the words on the paper. They were neat and elegant, but also a little proud: If only you were a girl.
Concept: real life stories