Yangliu Yiyi, the breeze caressed the girl's hair, and she looked back for a moment and never moved her eyes again.
"Liang Qingye, what if I say that I only like you?" Ji Yunshu tried carefully but did not want to be pulled into his arms, "then just like me, okay?" Later, heavy snow closed the mountains, and he left traces of his love with his favorite rose.
Intention: secret love, petty abuse