When his parents died in a car accident, the boy's unintentional consolation made Lin Zhiyu follow in his footsteps.
That winter, the plum branches were faint in the snow, becoming the only dark red in the cold silver, standing proudly in the cold wind.
There was a figure at the end of the corridor. Dressed in oppressive black, it is incompatible with the outdoors.
People behind him felt that this black and white mosaic was more harmonious than an oil painting. Perhaps, it is the memory that makes the scene in front of me blurry, no matter how dazzling it is, it is ignored.
The girl slowly wrote in her diary: "I hope one day I can stand with him."
Fortunately, after so many years, you still like gardenias.
Purpose: True love is to make yourself better
