Jiang Lai always blamed Xu Zong for not waiting for her again and again.
Although they are accusations, they are all words of concern. "I'm not afraid of the cold. I'm afraid that if you can't see me, your heart will hurt."
"Okay, you have to wait for me from now on." Jiang Lai smiled, touched Xu Zong's hair, and stretched out the ponytail Xu Zong wore.
The two of them set up two ponies under the setting sun and ate slowly. Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed one after another, and the shadows in the light quietly changed their shapes.
Keep your word, ten years.
High school did not constrain Jiang Lai's idealistic nature. The pink birthmark was exposed openly. Strong makeup and a bloodless face were her choices. She did not talk about love or lust.
She is a chaos, never belonging to the secular world and prejudice. Romance is her last salvation for more than ten generations.
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Purpose: Mutual redemption