On the school anniversary, He Yuxing met a guy who was difficult for him.
"Do I know you well?"
He Yuxing couldn't bear it anymore, looked at the people behind him who kept chattering, and spoke.
"Aren't you familiar?" Xu Jue lowered her eyes and stopped where she was, "Xinxin, do you hate me?"
"Why are you crying? When did I say I hate you?"
Seeing that the person in front of him was about to open his mouth again, He Yuxing hurriedly coaxed him, his face flushed.
Xu Jue silently held He Yuxing's hand.
Xinxin, you are synonymous with autumn, you are the autumn that belongs to me only.
Concept: autumn
