That year's autumn maple leaves were in full swing.
Later, no autumn in the year could compare with the autumn in Shanghai, nor could it compare with him at that time.
The sunshine was lazy and warm, shining on Xu Jiufeng's cheeks through the window.
The first meeting was different from what Jiang Qiaopan imagined. He was not like the "wasp" they called him. In Xia Yan's eyes, he is the maple that ignites autumn.
From then on, Feng knew that she liked him
"What's wrong with you?"
He reached out and handed her a matcha-flavored chocolate.
Xia Yan lowered her eyes, tears flashing on her thick eyelashes. She took the chocolate and opened and closed her lips: "Thank you."
"They have a bad mouth, don't take it seriously... I think you're pretty."
"..."
"It's true, I'm not just trying to coax you. You are very cute, with a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes.
Girls are born beautiful. "
Purpose: Anti-Chinese education, cherish the present