If the wind had color, then the long summer wind would be a noisy orange——
Cen Jingsa rushed into the classroom full of enthusiasm and shouted: "Report!"
Lin Gu raised his eyes and met his gaze.
This is a high-spirited youth competition and an unexpected encounter in autumn youth.
I don't know when, Lin Gu fell in love with the unbridled pleasure.
The wind suddenly rises, blowing down the stars like rain.
Intention: Remember youth, remember the most beautiful years, and move forward when the wind blows