"Why are you holding on, why are you holding on?" Xia Tong's eyebrows were full of curiosity about this name, and she imagined his appearance over and over in her mind...
"Quiet, paranoid, maybe... There is still someone hiding in my heart." Xia Tong entered the office with the college entrance examination list. It was only then that she realized that there were so many students in the class who were registered but not in school.
When she entered high school, she met He Zhi again, and then she truly understood the meaning of He Zhi...
Concept: The story of Cinnamomum camphora and Cinnamomum camphora
