After an accident a certain year, Su Ying's inner picture was always filled with gloom and gloom.
Thick clouds shrouded him in an airtight place, and the freedom he longed for was the only thing that could stop the rainstorm.
But Zhou Zhou made him find something different.
His voice had the effect of a lower octave, and it was just an ordinary question that disturbed the butterflies in his heart.
From then on, Su Ying remembered the existence of Zhou Zhou.
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1. Internet writer x photography enthusiast
2. Contains Chinese text
3. Youth pain literature and click
Intention: Never change your original intention
