Yu Jing only took one glance and knew why Sang Nan liked Luo Lin.
So similar.
It's so similar.
Shao Anheng, Sang Nan's white moonlight male god.
"What's wrong, A Lin?"
Sang Nan raised his head buried in her neck with trembling hands.
What met him was a pair of tearful eyes, the ends of the eyes were red, panting slightly, like a little beast that had been bullied.
"Sang Nan, you're not playing with me, are you?"
The gentle and cold sister at the top × the surly and docile younger brother at the bottom HE
*I want to write a period of youth, him and her, and them.
I want to write about a period of youth to satisfy my regrets.
Concept: pseudo-stand-in campus