"The quiet female academic master who doesn't like to talk x the handsome flower academic god of the high mountain"
At this moment when Shen Qingzhu stood under the street lamp, he, who was like the proud son of heaven, shone into her heart like the bright moon in the sky. Maybe she really liked that person but she just didn't know it.
"The dead wood will bloom into spring, and when the dead wood blooms into spring, we will meet again."
Motto: There will always be regrets in life
