Years

The wind blew her skirt high, like a flower that could collapse at any time. … "Xu Ajia, you can't keep anything." - Is it probably because many people said this sentence that I have never forgotten, or is it because it was recorded on the title page of that old-looking diary? This is not her handwriting. It looks pretty on the outside, but in fact the strokes are a bit too sharp. Xu Ajia's handwriting is actually soft and slippery, and it is too ugly to stand up. Like a curse, Xu Ajia thought. She rolled down from the windy sand in the northwest and crashed into the embrace of the grain. - Grains×Xu Ajia Intention: Love should be spoken loudly