The wind in April is cool, not cold, nor like the heat of summer, and some people's hearts are moved unconsciously.
"Can we finish talking before we leave this time?" Jiang Yu bent down, the moonlight on his shoulders faintly showing the dust on his lips. He rested his palms on his thighs and stared directly at Cheng Cheng.
The wind was too gentle tonight, and Cheng Cheng reached out to wipe his lips.
"It's clean." Someone's hand didn't leave, but slowly started to rub it.
"Yeah" Jiang Yu didn't move, still looking at her, the silence seemed to be slowly being torn apart by her.
Maybe the wind was too brisk, so Cheng Cheng decided to be a gentle person at this moment.
Purpose: Record this unrecordable youth