At the end of a spring, Yu Qin and Ke Hengzhi sat on the rooftop and looked at the starless night sky. The wind blew, and Yu Qin asked him how many springs there were in his life.
Ke Hengzhi smiled and said nothing.
But Ke Hengzhi knew that meeting her in spring was the real beginning of his life.
**
Late spring is not a belated spring, you have already bloomed in my heart.
(The early writing style was relatively childish, and the text will be locked and overhauled later. It will probably be a blunt and heart-warming story.)
Intention: I love your soft heart
