We were lovers before we met.
I hid my identity and forged my name just to enter Jiacheng No. 1 Middle School. By chance, I became roommates with the dazzling Jiang Zu.
One day, he came closer and teased me: "I think you are a lot like a friend of mine."
That day I caught a glimpse of the maggot-like scars on his arms.
Neat and orderly, as if the location has been planned long ago.
Just like the impression he gives everyone,
The first place, a good family background, a proud son of heaven.
I didn't want to but was forced to transfer schools because of me. Later, I was criticized by thousands of people and fell into the altar.
Later, he asked me about my identity again.
I fled in a panic: "You are wrong."
Jiang Zuo slowly brought his cool lips close to my ear: "Then let's make mistakes."
He kissed my collarbone tenderly, and it felt unreal.
The flower language of gardenia has been guarding you silently, waiting for you to discover my sincerity and love.
Be
Intention: May love be tacitly expressed
