A secret buried deep in my heart.
Jiang Yan once loved someone when she was the most arrogant and arrogant 16-year-old.
The memory seems like a yellowed diary, blurry.
Gender is both advantage and framing.
Hidden under great friendship are withered roses and despicable, unspeakable love.
"Nan Zhao, I have a bright future, I wish you the best and wish me the best."
Intention: To be determined