Jiang Yinqiu often looked secretly at the boy opposite through the glass window. He would watch it when he was tired in class, or when he was bored after class...
She always thought that Xu Qingyu didn't know.
Until one snow day, a message popped up on the phone: "Look at the snow, stop looking at me."
The pace of this article is slow
Newbie writes, come and criticize me
Intention: coolness in an impatient life