Meeting for the first time, "Hello, classmate Jiang."
Meeting again, "Teacher Jiang, summer is here."
Sang Xi was as warm and calm as ever. Jiang Xian looked at him and saw no difference between him and the past. Only Sang Xi himself knew that his heart beat like a drum when they reunited, and that he was confused and confused when he was a teenager.
It doesn't matter, it's still too late. It's not too late now to express the love that I never had time to express in the past.
Stories of freelance writers and artists
Sangxi (receiving), Jiangxian (attacking)
Purpose: Love life