One school morning, she had just entered the hall on the first floor and saw a hurried back, which reminded her of someone.
The man was wearing a black and blue school uniform, a black schoolbag, a short haircut and his shadow.
She was stunned for a long time, and suddenly remembered: he and she were not in the same school at all.
A girl's thoughts are like a glass of sweet fruit wine, leaving people with endless aftertaste...
But after I woke up, I only had one dream.
Youth comes only once, I would like to write this book to record my only youth
Purpose: Record my youth